All's fair

I will. not. bow.  
   
not even when slip knot words  
gather softly 'round my throat  
challenging everything -  
[yeah]most things I never thought.  
he blessed me with perspective.  
   
but I will not surrender  
to a petticoat rustler, a hustler  
with tender will  
brain cocked on a choosy hammer  
chipping on with a bitch of a backfire  
[step lightly, my Darling  
this is love, don't you know]  
   
I will not yield/give/sigh  
to impressions  
of rough hands  
that settle sweet dream delusions  
rocking me too lightly  
till I'm fierce  
feral to the last fight  
where conquerors go to die  
I...  
   
purify -  
this sidewinder slithers  
under meanings and over smiles  
and will haunt  
every  
written  
word  
every time they slay.  
   
but love be damned  
and words be rain upon my face.  
   
I will. not. bow.