I Don't Want to Be Cute

For those who feel their depths are unexplored by most

I don't want to be cute
I want to emerge from your cellar dripping with cobwebs

I don't want to be cute
I return the moon's gaze as it winks in its fully fledged form

I don't want to be cute
My mind is a maze that you'd wander and crumple before the fourth turning

I am a thousand scents of summer

That blow through your doorway from the meadows at the margins of your existence

I howl with the gales of orange-crunched leaves that blow through the days of autumn

And stare with glowing pumpkin eyes

I am a gentle smile and a flood of a thousand thoughts and passions

I am a storm made woman