You devour me with every look—
eyes blazing in a desert
glimpsing a fleeting mirage;
no matter how my lips move
you see them revolving,
no matter where I sit
my bottom’s the sun—
you seek no other light;
my legs are a crime so obvious
to move left or right
or hold them tight to hide,
slithering like a snake
I feel your eyes everywhere;
the cleavage big or small
cannot help cleaving your brains—
the man who has respect is gone
the primitive man is all that remains;
my hair floating in your imagination
as if I were flying onto your lap,
and stopping to take a sip of your nectar
as if Jove’s blessings were spilled in a cup
and I were blessed to hold on to each drop
a tribesman in a suit and tie
as if all words in your dictionary
meant sex and all roads led to your bed.

Be gone I have not endured all that time
to end up in a slaver’s arms like yours;
hold on to your virile honor—
only in the mirror, you see it as great,
Be gone with your pornographic dreams
you thought at the scene, I would drop dead
crawling on all fours like a pet
cuddling your feet to please;
Caesar, what have you conquered?
but virgin hearts and crystal souls,
and pillaged and burnt and left
and thought we were all like that—
a cold-blooded killer boasting
his knife has just defeated flesh,
and flesh is smeared by letting it in
with blood and shame and adultery—
you’ve never seen the woman in me
only an animal— as if I were a mirror;
be gone with your dreams and concubines
I stand tall like an old oak tree
but all that’s keeping you upright
is an old dry stick fighting a hell of a fight—
you know one day when it’s broken
and no other morals standing by,
you’ll drop down and be dead.