It becomes hard for me to gasp
naked thrusted upon crying orchids
my thoughts hurt further than my skin
and intertwining loneliness
your body pressed against my frailty, further stresses this.

a hierarchy is in presence of condescending human minds
trying to reach the highest form of human motion
it is all love.
there is no love.

the thirst is fulfilled, yet there is a angry starvation
breaking bodies to the sound of wind and baroque melodies
of high courts and something ancient
something that our bodies are not made of

we are sprawled everywhere
on the floor like dead animals
being plucked by vultures
and somewhere amidst the pain. there breathes a noble pleasure.
a twisted game of  ****** and relief

a woman of pride I walk with my neck elongated
and my posture careless and stressed
I dare press my eyes upon the next prancing victim
for I am a black panther in this arena
of creatures roaming and courteous gestures

come lay next to me beautiful, may I wrap my gentle surroundings
about you, and taunt you with discreet words and subtle looks
that hold a greater meaning to something that is truly barren
within the sighs of these confessions. frigid.
I brush upon you with merciless poison

I have promised to let out a sigh of love
a cry of tender confusion, a protector of a dwindling suppression
staring out the gates of travel, as I deport to a distant country
to experience those who have lived different lives

there is a beauty here. one that leaves heart cold. and unwavering.
ones that make womens eyes turn into glass and hearts into rustic anatomy.
crazed in interlocking bodies of solid heights and crimson lips
buried in ruby graves beneath those who stand above others

torn between these sheets
a kiss on the forehead
and a promise to remain a strong woman
one that will not fall