hero

short, slanting shoulders
my helpless smile
this soft body.
so appealing, to another life.
and to be another.
transforming gentle features
ravaging curls
my destructive impulse
no longer the coquette.
to breathe soft seduction
through a stubbled mouth
into small, white crescents.
my rough, martyred hands
to be him � any of them
to stand up, now.
to put tristan to shame.
his coarse muscles
through abrasive skin.
against her perfection.