Like a woman
Anytime I looked you with lust, you fled astray.
Again you came
Smiling like a playful boy with iron canines
This time, you feigned a child and squeezed my testicles.
Often you arrive higher this way
At a completion of a parabola
Right at the base,
Hurling us inbetween coffins and graves
With a sicken essence
That we may die through struggles and still die again.
— The End —