You kiss kiss, caress caress caress her,

Think you possess, that flint heart aggressor?

You should pull back the skin and look beneath

Her enigmatic smile, ivory teeth,

Catching the odour of last night’s vodka

Tasting the rancid sweat on her armpits

Check her purse. See those banknotes? Counterfeit.

Spoken with apparent sincerity

Masking a salacious barbarity

Honeyed words, buttered swords, weft on her breath

A siren paean alluring your doom

Deaf to the klaxon’s strident alarums

Madly rushing hot blooded to bed her

Sad, Sucker? You should never have fucked her.

 

[Or the bowdlerised closing line ]

 

Sad, Brother? You should never have loved her.