I drew him in so you could sink your
clutches into him, said lust.
I wish you wouldn’t talk in that
vulgar way, said love, I could have
done it without you.
Bite me, said lust.
Love sighed, we are totally different,
I don’t know how we came to be sisters.
We aren’t sisters, said lust, we
are one and the same.
No, said love, I am pure.
Oh right, said lust, how could I forget that?
by Cher Bibler