Veronica In Peril

While in bed we sleep we get caught unaware. A mongoose and a cobra are twining on the stairs. Next door a woman shouts of her diamonds and minks. Conrad begins, taken hold, by the whizzing candelabras behind shaded lanterns at #2. If love makes for enemies give me an answer to this: Is Venus the sinner amiss? Often, the sparks fly,. Removing hot tongs from Veronicas’ hands see her as fly-by-night stoking the home fires. You can find her handprint all over the table and door . where she smacked them to show right from wrong. A blindfolded Justice is drenched in spunk , with conditional evidence She awaits eternal peril described often, seldom seen., sentiment cast aside, she remains at rest but arteries pump to a conscience, guilty from spurned desires.