1910: Devices

No devices [nor desires] are enough
to soften her bluff [when you pull at
her smite]/ You’ll not disaffirm them
by clean strikes of keys or hammers
[but you’ll leave a mark]/ Mattresses
& fists still her trade/ You sit [bruise-
rich from sex & mistakes] as another
whip-of-tongue [not her leather one]
pulls back skin – your slim armouries
are naked/ So – roll alone [to avoid it
again] & scarper from more mistakes
[by not entering a one-sided contract
writ by fragrant ham-fisted narcissists]

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