Sui Generis

Sui generis she is, and as I watched her,
my cruel amans, riding her salacious  
pirouette of grace and sin,  
I knew the esse of just one  
finespun tear must be exquisite  
upon the tongues of Gods.  
 
I wept as the green river snatched away  
the sky’s obsidian ink.
She's so arrogant when she wears black.  
She tore me shut and I’m drenched  
in this night, and in her
and I don't even know her name,
 
but she says she knows mine .....
 
and If my weary legs  
might still carry the weight of my breath,  
I will stand as she calls it.