hear her ROAR

can i make you glisten?
put words between your ears
that slide down your soft skin
pump out arteries down to your toes
and your moist button

may i lick you with my mind
as you audition eyes for signs of intrigue
in the flavor of your palate
while i hold my talisman
the surrogate you assigned me
to be my only company
to pour my love juice upon
emoting my pitiful desperation
soaking it with the energy of your willful deeds upon my me
crawling through word jungles you’ve left me
spilling my gasps like a rabid rabbit
dreaming of your tease upon the lake of thin egos
pumping their chests like inverted belly dancers
to keep your time upon them
as you xray them
and fillet their hollow ways before their very eyes
and leave them flapping on the wooden deck of your ship
crushing them with the spikes of your stilettos
marking the inside walls of their brains
with an x
like the scratches of a schoolkid upon vacant stalls
immortalizing their screams
for the next to enter

perhaps you are just a tenderizer of men
kneading their fragile eros
and squeezing them into tiny cookie shapes
baking them into delicacies
for future sadists
who see the signs in their forever marked eyes
that SHE has been there
and started the crack in their erotic foundation
left on the verge of crumbling
ready for the next pointed, dainty, red nail polished finger
to poke them into servitude
to be attentive rather than a blind thrust
becoming the objects themselves
till they march like toy soldiers
the beat of the Female drum
so that we get out of the way
of voices rumbling beneath the crust of earth
geisers about to burst
and roar like shofars
that it is a new day
and old days have gone
and order finally aligned
to the truest nature
where matrons are both Kings
and Queens
making peasants of us all
who carry swollen plums
awaiting our commands
while fresh dreams and voices speak loud and broadly
with the timbre of WOMEN

and i
for my small part
live in a corner
perhaps just a seed
left to remember
that i accepted my role early
as her research
in hope that memories of me
perhaps still make her moist
and i may still be given
a chance to bring joy