The Sad Story of Lela and Her Lover or The Spotless Blonde.

When she kissed her lips
amidst the greytones--
then later slapped the
tea cup out of her hand,
onlookers might say
that this was the end
of the affair.
Still others believe that
the carresses went on
for months later
until the will of her heart
drove a painful fisting,
followed by a bullet to the
head. But the brain it entered
was not her lover's...but her own.
In pictures they said,
they saw her smile was weary.
Always the smile of uneasy jealousy--
lust container by fear.

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