The Secret

She told me the harlot of Babylon is harder to battle

And that the tiny part of the apple is the heart of the parable

I stared into her mouth. She started to babble

I pardoned her and kissed her on the lips. We started to grapple

Yeah, and sip wine out of mason jars

Facing the stars, tasting Garcia Vega cigars

I blew a plume of smoke like the fumes awoke

Perfume with cumin and oak. Two humans cloaked

I tried to rule her. The heir was pompous

I sat in a chair and she sat there, rare. A square and compass

She raised my obelisk, obviously stared and ogled it

Monogamous pair, we're parabolas