Lingerie

lace like 
a barbed wire fence
the last line 
of defense
before everything 
becomes senseless 
again

for a while 
that feels like 
eternity 
and we don’t want 
to be anywhere else

don’t you look 
demure 
slipping casually 
out of it,
straps fall past 
your shoulders,
 
all that I dreamed 
the look in your eyes enough 
to set an army at attention,

what is it 
sex and war? 
is it in vulnerability,
passion and violence
of fighting? 
could be why wars last so long 
why there are always more after one is over

prolonged copulation
without conscience 
or lingerie.

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