Adios Camille

** this area should be banned **

she trusted him with a snake over her neck
wide blue eyes hissing rejoice and aftermath
she trusted him with a gun pointed at foreheads
the way lesbians look like some lame sisters by birth.

Her trust, faith
magnificent as it was
was buried
She had a clandestine lover,
a female one that too
Made her moves through the closet
Made her moves through that secret trapdoor.

But as you have it,
All good times definitely has to end
All secrets erupting out of holes

Between Xenu and the Dark Lord himself,
Between magic and the spiritual healing of the soul,
She recovered , she was barricaded by a miasma of hoes
They asked for mortal pleasures
They returned mists with no rain hopes.

Her eyes may have been green or hazel brown,
Her lips may have had pink gloss
Was she a Commie, or an urban lover
I thought she may be plain beautiful.

Today a gay bed may turn cold
Someday, some face won't wrinkle
What one remembers is a dance, no-one's watching
A life, as if tomorrow was the end.


© Nothing Personal. June 19, 2011.