The Agent Provocateur: HEARING

5. 
buy you a drink let’s go somewhere else right here wow fuck me harder baby i love you what did he say did he say i love you or i want you no matter ssshhhh yeah fuck i’m coming you’re good that was beautiful awesome shit i need to go home walk you home stay gotta go goodnight see you soon here’s my number jeeeezus where’s my phone bye call me okay  —

Silence. Stop.
For all that it’s worth, you ought for naught
It then becomes no more than
A tale, a question, a verdict, and a piece of wisdom.

 

END.

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Vivien Marie Lopez

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The Agent Provocateur: TASTE

4.

So you lick your lips in an absent-minded fashion
Quiet mouth to mouth secrets and revelations
For your tongue knows more than what you recall
Where it’s been and how the pieces summed up the whole
Salty, bitter, with a smear of lipstick sweet like chocolate truffles
You know this is where Adam bites into Eve’s apple
A thesis in the Original Sin versus shame and knowledge and prayers for redemption
What is there to save when there really is nothing but pure bliss and oblivion
That malice is individual and personal and nonexistent
In the throes of pristine mad desire and instinctual adult content
Temptation is but a man-made idea, a bait for games
What do they know about how that touch of luck was tailor-made?
This isn’t crap about love, only whispers for static ecstasy
Between respect and stories and desires and mysteries and nonnumerical counts
Unadulterated and clean and selfish and Bacchanal and alive and loud —

continue.
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Vivien Marie Lopez
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The Agent Provocateur: SMELL

3.

Wake up, sleepyhead.
A brief encounter with the unnecessary needed
That barely recanted tryst with a smile for the road
And finger-crossing before you hit the pillows
The scent of sex imminent and yet faint and borrowed
No room for any one of Cupid’s arrows
Yet you find yourself wafting like a breeze in the calm before the storm
Punished with an afterglow gleaming with droplets of a brewing maelstrom
Sunk in that bad-girl bad-habit great-night great-mind paradox
A study in the contrast of the long and short term memory for the bright and lost
It was good chemistry with a middle finger for the implications
And while you damn to hell double-standard opinions
You stay in bed, smoking in instant nostalgia and in cozy deep breaths
For the smoke in your hair has a way of saying you got what you wanted —

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Vivien Marie Lopez
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The Agent Provocateur: SIGHT

1.
Stare; it’s rude, but watch me
Not really out of mind, not almost hallucinatory
Between the blur of alcohol and the strike of sparks
Are we or aren’t we quite the same since the last glass?
How did we incinerate one, two, when it began as a lone drive
A mutual fate-fuck three minutes quicker than the speed of light
Did we just see each other in a different stroke, a stripping of sorts?
Snap a finger go back, this isn’t what we came for, or is it?
Sometimes ethanol has a way of making us sick of keeping shit
So let’s go, cliche as it is, double the pleasure double the fun
Go before my brain stops becoming a hypno-stun gun.
You know I know this is a one-shot deal lest we do it wrong
Act I, Scene 0, lights camera action —

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Vivien Marie Lopez
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