she had a guard
dog behind
the electrified
barbed wire fence
of her little
black dress,
she had an alarm,
a siren, a deadlock
on the steel door
of her soul.
there was a trip
wire that ran
along the curves
of her top and bottom.
there was no getting
in, or anywhere
with this one, that's
why we called her
fort knox.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
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