was it animal waves
or the scent of blood
that baited the trap
that captured us?
we had ringside seats
but were with the gods
ours were edgy vices
those stolen moments
were crimes of passion
but you were seamless
in your auxiliary actions
I figured this was not
your fist time around
but had a queasy déjà vu
that vertigo of the libido
when you regurgitated
the standard disclaimers
and the magic was all gone
your words were so familiar
I could almost sing along
because I recalled the singer
who used to sing that song
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