Woman
Woman she purred. Her hands run up and down her cola bottle streamline.
Lick your lips, pout in the midst of a corner, in a light, in a reflection sending tingles down her spine.
Oh but don’t speak, oh but don’t write, lick your lips, in a corner, under the dim lights.
Woman she purred. Her hands raising above her head, back down to her desk.
Read your books, learn to cook, smile and nod, imprisoned by the ceiling above her head.
Oh but don’t ask, oh but don’t know, lick your lips, in a corner, in the dark.
Woman she purred. Her hands bound and cuffed behind her back,
Stay right there, wait your turn, in ropes and in chains, bleeding with no gain.
Oh but don’t cry, oh but don’t fight, lick your lips, in a corner, in the invisible sky.
Woman she purred. Her hands lay flat upon her pout, sending tingles down his spine.
Cola bottle streamline, smile and nod, wait your turn in a perfect world.
Oh but don’t try, lick your lips, in a corner, until you die.
