It looks like he picked her up from the bottom of the sea
Her flaming hair so course it could be used as a net
He says he’s free yet takes a knee
And kisses her like she’s Juliet

She sounds as though a broken record
And he licks her like a honeybee
Around her web he spins his chord
While she pretends that she is me

She acts as though she is reward
For someone less worthy
She’s not the only one adored
And she is far from holy

© Delia Ross. 2019