She greeted us with slanted smile 
and open arms.
She dried us with the warmth of her lie.
We laughed,
we sang,
we drank,
we danced,
and we made love
until we fell deep in slumber.
Only to awaken
to her beautiful face
and slanted smile.
She cast shadow over us,
arms raised towards the heavens
not with torch in hand
but with the hair of sampson
gripped tightly
and a blade dripping red
that in which she had pulled
from our very backsides
as we slept...
                ...then we cried.