No Good

Photo by Dc Lovensky on Unsplash

I am the night
She is the fox that steals the eggs from under the hens in their shed, I
am no good for her

There is a cage around me made of braided hair,
when I am too close to her face
Fine then.
When our lips dance, I forget
She has me caged from afar anyway

A fox has never been lovelier.

She is the night
And I am the villain who steals the babies from their cribs
Maybe she’s no good for me, too.
Fine, then.
That must be why I like her so much