smoking a long Cuban cigar
before fixing her eyes on his skin
for to burn it
like a limpet mine
attached to the underbelly of a warship
about to explode and be returned to the deep
with no promissory note for the future
and not even a solitary care for the past
she was about to devour him
don’t you see
you are two men soldier
one who loves and one who kills
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