It's been a while, but she's returned with her somewhat subtlety suggestive Have Any Forgotten, which is part fairy tales juxtaposed with love and sex.
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Mona Arizona
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Have any forgotten the way we were
in twilight sleep where images took hold,
when thoughts and actions weren’t over rated?
Those on the outside said “animals”
based solely on our cirque du soleil love
performance and those few tricks up your sleeves.
You were the hungry wolf, from the Brothers
Grimm tales, in search of a meal made of pork
and grannies with apples in their mouths.
Red tried to cool your cocktails with ice
and children freshly baked because it was
difficult dashing about the forest.
The blonde CinderElla took porn selfies
so you’d remember her on the dance floor,
then ran away wearing Hermes glass slippers.
When French chefs lobbied for delicate,
rare ortolan to be reintroduced
for their le plat du jour, I cried, “Cruel!”
and became too out of much-needed breath
to fight off those trophy wives of dead kings
to give the crowned wolfie prince a blow job.
“Ev’ry part of you looks like a kosher meal,”
you said, as your long tongue circled that big mouth
suggesting what was in store for this girl.
“Dust of that shaft...of sunlight; come; on this
blank canvas, paint me with your morning dew;
what we deserve is not on the menu.”
Have any forgotten the way we were
in twilight sleep where images took hold,
when thoughts and actions weren’t over rated?
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