composite girl

she's my archetypal angel
shallow and juvenile
the truth serum only amplifies her denial
ever so envious of my penis
and projectiles
her only revenge was to castrate
with little more than her smile
reaching back in our black blanket
bone canopy bed
guide me to your breast
and to kiss your faceless head

I have your Bunny
Bring me a briefcase full of
your beloved money
Unmarked non-consecutive twenties
and don't try anything funny