Pearls Before Swine

He was the smoldering sun
hellbent on a bombing run
and I was a devil's milk
muddied in mulberry silk
drunk on ephemeral light
'til the turning of twilight
all coiled up in his scent
foiled, fooled, and innocent
So wilfully myopic -
So falsely phototropic

Viscerally nervous
I was paid a fortune in lip service
to be made
Madonna and whore
once more

I just want a love I can put my money on
Clean enough to cut my teeth on
A simple man of Canaan
Whose eyes I can remain in