She Rakes at the Coals

by Jim Kopetz

She rakes the coals,
and burns.
The hole in the skirt,
fast times.

She, cherished.
She, buried,
my crush.
Instant affected lush,
to love her.

Her soaking machine.
Dried up and obscene,
progress.
Her mind in a mold.
So sick and fore told,
mistaken