Feral woman

You love the comfort of being wanted

And flirtingly elude your cares of heart,

Muscular pain in place of rainbow want,

And predatory lips speaking of compliance.

You know there is no redemption in evil

And no undoing in the face of normalcy,

Yet you bandage me inside your anemone

Of warmth as if I were a blind swimmer

Inside an uncovered sea of walking limbs.

 

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