She offered red, swirled
licorice in her right hand,
blue skirt flailing about her waist.
There was something seductive
about the way red candy twirled
and spun, long and semi-hard,
landing in and wetting her mouth
If I were straight, how could I resist?
But I’m not, so I chose the licorice.
-refers to the photograph Devil in a Blue Dress by Scot Siegel