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58. Infatuation Boulevard

The sky is composed of hues of teal and pink
As the sun retires for the day
This paradise of perfection glistens and gleams
Licking away all liquor drops of dismay

Each and every mansion on this hillside of elegance
Has the exact same appearance as the last
The sea of red roofs blends into the horizon
This current of bricks so vast...

The children tickle each other in the sandbox
Parents observing them, chewing ice-creams
This world is simply too ideal to be true
This paradise must be from a catalogue of dreams

And on the towering, most prominent hill
There rests the most hideous looking house the town has seen
The windows are shattered, doorknobs breaking in two
Garage leaking onto the streets with gasoline

All kids are forbidden from going up there
And no adult would ever risk their life for curiosityā€™s sake
But one very adventurous, special young boy
Knew that this would be one risk he must take

Climbing up the steep, slippery slope
The heat of the sunlight scorching his back
He arrived at the house by the time the stars shone
And the coyote's cries of the night were bound to attack

Knock, knock... on the vile, wooden door
It creaked open and a honeyed voice spoke,
"Come in", and so the boy obeyed
He walked up the porch and the floor broke

He followed the hooded figure in front of him
Spider webs lined the interior of the shack
The door slammed shut right behind his heel
He gulped; knew that there was no turning back

She lead him to a dingy, empty room
The boy's nostrils clogged up with dust
The figure came closer and closer to him...
She was lean, and tall, and robust

Then she unveiled herself from her concealing cloak
And the boy's jaws dropped to the ground
With pursed pink lips and the eyes of an angel
An enticing aroma circled her 'round

Her velvety skin was soft as peaches to the touch
She gently glided the side of his face
Before he had the chance to catch up with his emotions
He was caught up in an amorous embrace

The boy took the beauty by her hand
And lead her to the city below
He has found love, and what more important discovery
Could he possibly have to show

The residents were fascinated with the maiden as well
They eyed her in the most intoxicated fashion
Then they turned to their wives and said their good-byes
As the men went on their search for passion

The town grew weary, dim, and cold
The children's faces morphed into stone
As the women worked, long and hard
They were together, but so wildly alone

And so they shunned the boy who discovered lust
For infatuation is as enticing as gold
If one falls for it, he will have no one to love
He will only have someone to hold

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