This was my cruelty: to
collar you
With my loneliness like
a necklace.
The prison of a
princess
You always resisted.
To love you is to force
the issue.
To inflict affections,
press you down
with light, when you
prefer a rage
Of autumn's rain to
drench the sun,
Or lips of leather numb
on your stomach.
I have seen your
yellowness however.
And watched the very
place
Where your unstoppable
mind
Breaks upon a beach of
tectonic sands.
Yes. I have trespassed
you, your body,
The politics of lines
that wrap your figure,
The conflicted
highground
Infuriating your
beauty.
But a conquest of eyes
is nothing,
Just maybe a battle cry
of dreams.
Perception getting
overzealous
At the passing chance
of a feast.
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