How I love you. Little rose. You bloom and lay
Open as I, spread your legs. As a woman, once young
I played and said, I am filled: I hungered to be filled.
By a man's passion. And devoured by his beastness
To be violently taken, as a girl searching, my vagina
Is my essence. Laying softly, on the rosies. Reddened.
Lip of courage, enlarge, and enter. His tower: of greatness
As a woman, I lay: helpless. Enjoying his body and stillness
I leave, the hours, to be, still. Devoured by loneliness. Under.
His gaze, I save the miracle of words. To be sent. In & Again
I wet myself, I let it go. I accept her. Now. My vagina.
Is out. To purchase pain, with endurance nor names.