Per Contra

What? you thought this
crooked path would straighten on
its own, by the sex
in your rouge whisper,
by the the dawn's early
light, by the plans held at lust's
gunpoint trembling fickle
fingers,

my touch the temptress spoil
archer's release, lo the bullseye
sails below, lo the trophy
to a lesser man,

your hidden crystal gypsy
pearl, prophecy, pomp
pink pussy, foreseer of all futures,
of pasts,

scripture and fate, faith
without seeing, faith
without works,
your fingers again, tipped
in translucent film,
so beckon,

what? would I not come gladly,
such was the verdant call,
per contra
I will never be caught a
thief, or called a hero.

TA