So silence awaits once more
and it's quite a scene
as our confusion envelopes the hypocrisy
of the chaste *****
who says once more
'goodnight'.
solemn
genuine
affectionate
crying--
we are celeste
the virtuous maidens
of the night and cursed are we
with the plight of the folly of our ***.
the holy Mary cries for our sins
our sexuality unspoken
our faithless oppositions
our gender--broken
our identities stolen
by objects of the night
a billboard of
a cavernous hole with
satin titillating  sights.
Help us,
we cry,
to the men that are so attractive
that represent our needs
our desires and wants
by their undeniable marble bodies.
Help us,
we cry,
to the men that are so attractive,
to open our doors, to carry our purses,
to make our decisions without any strife.
Help us,
we cry--thrice--
to the men that are so attractive,
to make us feel again, to fill in a cavernous hole,
to give us children that fight.
And for me,
love me, hold me tight, kiss my cold nose in this winter's night,
be attractive, just only attractive,
for you are nothing but
the man I love,
whole with all my heart.