Poem: Twisted Alliance

Forbidden alliances made in beds
Where twisted sheets tied hands
Of soon to be allies in treaties
Signed with red lipstick and
Whiskey kisses leading the charge

Poem: Dinner Guest

Here’s my pound of flesh
The piece of me you asked for
A carved out prime cut
Served up on a gilded plate
For you to lick your lips
Salivating over the feast