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.