I bleed, blue bruised veins
Scars jumbled
Mystically across welted
Maiden skin, charred
From expected affection
You deny him
He adores you
What more do you want from me?
I am merely a child, cursed with feminine wiles? What mental scars run through you?
Past you?
Suffocate you underneath coarse fabric
Rugged hands
Man's hands
Hands of a lover?
You woman
I am man
He hungers, thirsty
Drought stricken
Famine struck
Give it me, give it to him
Now
He wants it
It as in you
You as in it
It as in the deep gold mines
Once untouched by greedy hands
Gone
