Eric Ashford Poet Free verse

Bete Noir

I knew 
she was poison,
but 

as a young man
with jug ears 
and pimples
I gladly held out my glass
for more 
deadly nightshade.

She said 
she liked poetry
but 
it was obvious 
she had no taste 
for mine,

nevertheless 

I give it a shot
and when 
I had done
I sensed a door 
in her 
mind 
slamming shut

She was a 
beauty
and far too 
lovely
to be seen 
with me

so 

we ended up 
at her place
a small 
apartment
saturated
with the funk
of joss sticks.

She read me
some poetry 
of her 
own

occasionally 
glowering my way
to see if I were
paying attention,
it seemed obvious
that I had failed her test.

No 

- no sex 

we had 
a 1 on 1
counseling session,
I was the hapless client,

and 
quickly judged 
unfit
to imbibe 
her special
shade of 
toxin.

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