Your Nature

Her words like pernicious alley cats.

Dare to traverse down her tongue.

She like the danger.

The most violent of all harms.

With neither ink nor powder.

The beat grows louder.

And words begin to carbonate.

Amid the hate of the hidden horrors.

A man will dance with no shoes.

Remaining unamused by

the ramshackle of promises

that cackle from his breath.

I want your body like the hollow do the whole.

Let me; aghast in your meadows.

Riding your tides.

And vacate your rockies.

Let me; indulge in you.

Not the you.

who shakes

or knocks

or follows

Your nature, dear ___________