Kissing a cigarette
Quarter past ten, fives years too late
Sucked on a swollen regret
Swallowed and paid for
Let us not desecrate

Sweetly smiling
Flashy winks, sharpened fangs
Innocently beguiling
Slyly under a Sycamore
Where childhood hangs

Theatrically pouting
Left behind, caught in the rain
That which is worth doubting
Framed on the bureau
Never, never again

No on understands
They never do, do they?
Darling child, take my hands
Get on your knees
Pray

The curtains are closing
Illiterate applause, final bows
Our Lady Aphrodite is posing
Trembling at the silence
She says her vows