The Deer Hunter

towards her and those legs

of golden, gorgeous lust

comes the deer hunter

his revolver cocked

and ready to play

a game of friday night

roulette.

The Fawn

she could see anything

with her eyes

she knows the magic of

this dress

she walks in desire,

her beauty is the shot glass

in his sweaty, shaking hands

she knows the magic
of womanhood.