Within

Come closer, and let your hair down.

Let your poise fill the void, and sit

Eye to eye, for a rendezvous of souls.

Sit, as you truly own the air, and the else.

Let his sight slide to the tip of your nose

And then mildly to your lips; only in brief,

And then come back to your eyes, haunting.

Let him fall. Deep and hard, out of lust

And softly in love with the beats of your breath.

Let him see your fingers that seek to create

And the feet that make you stand.

Let him feel the rhythm of your breasts

And realize that there's an organ underneath

That filters dirt, and keeps you strong.

Let him paint the structure of your womb

An engineering of humility, a device of future.

Let him know that further below there's a hole

Just another, of so many, but one that you love.

Let him learn that there's something beyond rage

That the hole that he sees, is meant for your pleasure.

Let him realize that it's not an issue to be rough,

That you can even reciprocate in kind.

And if only he can let go of his anger,

There's a fountain to drink from, forever after.

Let him see you for what you are,

And what he can be, in love with you.