Tampering with the heart strings or maybe it was that other thing no one wants to talk about. I saw you walking I don’t remember where because I’m making this shit up. It was November (isn’t it always?)
and dogs were barking at crunching leaves under their feet. Which made you smile:
A lavender laden lady ten miles high and never coming down. I saw you gliding on a trip of? I know not.
I fell for your sins. Your shins. And your whims. No, not even
the nicotine cascading down your teeth ever drew a flinch from my being— On A bullshit day when the stupid dogs were barking at leaves. I fell in love with lavender. And Mephistopheles.