iBlonde

molotov cocktails

high heeled expletives

napalm hot 

primed and ready

i am your conception the

glossy purr perfection 

blonde bombshell

now be careful not to go off

in my hands

SPLAT!

then there’s the tension

the trepidation of

a booby-trapped kiss

from a lover you know will

break your heart into little bits

(time and time again bomb)

but in his arms

an atomic reaction

and when he looks into my eyes

he sees my history

documented into a dolby surround 

soundtrack of him telling me

i’m beautiful i fall 

head first

in the fermenting odour of poor 

judgement

but never mind all that

he took my number

POW! 

© 2013  by  iDrew

First published by Black Mirror  2014