An International Woman

An International Woman
her cupidity fires
bullets
disarming with valentine words
her tracks are global yet she
fights on national fronts
instantaneous she targets you
lonely on your laptop
and once phony on your date site
trespasses
across infatuations lair where
no ambassador can save you
from probes of shame stuck neatly in
your pride—
one day she’ll fly to you
but only to depart—
a laundress of your pocket
a composer for the heart
she’s a Russian bride playing her part.