Street Faerie
A women’s silence
a women would hold her tongue
feasting off of her crimson iron
cause she needed the taste
For granted
How are we in love in silence
You don’t know how to touch me unless I want to be touched
How are we in love if we’re warming up on our own
you only know how to grip me
How are we in love when you won’t say a word
like there’s nothing to talk about
You pick flowers as if I’m that type of girl
as if you don’t know me at all
How are we in love
How can you look at me
Burn
Be around me and not give your all
How can you love me while leaving me stranded heartful devoted
Refusing to rub those begging feet
Suit yourself
If you’d prefer to sit there as I devour this holy pomegranate for my last meal
Then I wouldn’t bat an eyelash during grace
While the world is lovemaking to cope with flesh
I vow to touch the earth with the courtesy of life in mind
As you reflect the desert
Sandy and grit
The in-between
The more of the lesser
You’d be fine off asking yourself
Have you forgotten
And what are you willing to do to remember
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