Miss Sulphur Poem by Dean Meredith

I liked the irony
Of her mind body politic
The self-exploitation
Flirting with our souls

I liked the seeming contradictions
Of her force field fluff
Dancing through the landmines
Too fast for serious damage

I liked the inconsistencies
Of her pussy-power thoughts
And the shrapnel spray
That came with it

She was big-bang theory
In Pandora's Box
She was a mini A-bomb
Searching for a trigger

She was Redhead Matches
Looking for a fuse
For her, size was only matter
And everything was relative

For me, what I saw
And what I heard
Were two of the same?
It was all energy and light

She was an atom
Splitting apart
A blinding flash
Of nuclear art