Raptor Heart

Raptor Heart
Of Spanish moss,
       And games she played.
Of olive skin
       Drawn window shades.
Of love withdrawn
       As passion slumbered.
Of lust in flight
       And unencumbered.
Rented woman,
       Rented room.
No bridal suite
       No bride, no groom.
Her price procured,
       Her fervor feigned
The silver paid,
       Her hawkeyes waned.
Her talons honed
       My soul the glove.
No raptor heart,
       My Latin love
Her prey is caught
       Flesh torn from bone
Don’t love a whore,
       Mi corazôn.
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