Gillian

such a perfect snarl
wolf
throated laugh
accompanied by man’s pedantic
immortality
did David play the gentleman?
was it his clumsy acting?

his upper-lip
plump soft pillow
seeking comfort

those sad repulsive eyes

was it ever annoying
being captive in self-awareness
clean
tweezed
idol
at the centre of their noise
brash innuendo
obvious intentions

sickening
how they are so easily driven
by the thought
of their plump meat
throbbing
swollen hot
probe
crying like children for
mother love

and all their promises
of exciting
and danger

simpering brutish thieves
begging puppydog whines
for a suck, for subservient
woman fucked on office couch
dominated
to prove his ultimate authoritative
masculinity

to prove
she will sell her dignity

to prove she wants
to feel his pathetic anger
inside her weaker shell

to prove
he can terrify

I know,
I hate me too

does your auburn hair
smell of mid-July
sweet tea summer shade secret diaries?

did you sit on campus
under ancient tree
seeming steely and mysterious
yourself?

© Emerys Watchel, 2016 All rights reserved.

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