The House of Flora

 Dose:

 Interaction between breaths of nicotine,
 Ashes falling to his feet
 And he's-
 Some kind of God that
 I could press my lips up
 To,
 And he would
 Bleed into me--
 Drench me like
 I'm a
 Wife.

 He waves his
 Yellow Spirit,
 While laughing,
 And imitating
 An equestrian.

 She tussles her strawberry blonde locks
 And her
 Curves
 Oooze
 Sex
 All over the pavement.

 Her hips-
 Uninhibited
 And blossoming
 Like flood,

 Pour over the
 Stark
 Iron bench:

 And he looks at her like he's in love--

 But they're
 Both
 Convinced
 That they are


 Just Friends.