“Lava Lamp”
Will Lawton
I can see the way she turns the world around her soul to burn.
Twisting every movement to a sensual display.
Frolics in the night again intentions are so evident,
And all the boys are hoping they can be her next mistake.
He’ll walk her calmly to her car two blocks from the city bar,
Hoping for a motion of continued escapade.
She’ll ask him in when they get home, her roommate gone they’re all alone,
And timing’s such a hassle in this game of give and take.
Fostering in melting pieces
Bent and blended through the light
Heaven knows she looks so radiant tonight
Often yields an imitation
Of fallen pantomime
Captivated by sweet Aphrodite’s fire
She wakes to find the man is gone. He’s left his number on her phone,
The night before. She’s almost sure this time it won’t be fake.
She calls him up in seconds flat and gets the local Laundromat.
Suddenly, she finds she isn’t feeling very clean.
Falls for all the lines.
Wrong at every turn.
Don’t she know she’ll just get burned?
Sleeping in the fire.
Will she ever learn?
Don’t she know she’ll just get burned?
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