Humint interested her
rallying the big lights
of earnest salivation
like a deer to a salt block.

No reasoning, except
that dark alley ballyhoo
of excitement and con
firmation. The daylight

gets dull at times. But
she dresses slower
these days. Will little
fanfare or acknowledgment.

Convertibles were fun
salutations in Ft. Misery
going to the beach on
the back road - alone and

f.r.e.e., like a rebel in red.
face tan and full or promise
before the men. remembering
the picture of stolen moments

that no one ever knew of.
always innocent - yet owned.
love has a way of removing
the blots, leaving corporeal