spoken for

want it to be heard with basins of verbiage

told like a desperate yen for somebody

nose tight to a merchandise window shopping hungrily                      

but there were no signs of your beloved on display

filling time toying piece of coin between webbed portion of hands

cause it’s not me and the land has yet to be scoured

discovery won’t be over until I am the discovery

a premeditated resistance to love down so many not even one

to spend special powers and rare magic set on control

to invitations there are visions… my untamed womanism

other wily temptresses try where there is unwavering disinterest

I want urges shouted from cliffhangers…moon hills

from diaphragm erupting from the center of his spine

claiming this flavor… entire precious body

insisted by you I’m taken

unable to snatch words from your own familiar speech….

 

SHE MINE