Ask Me How It Feels
my man
melting and kissing
this Hagar woman
I sat on his lap.
And please, let it be fast,
before my heart dries out,
for this time
you pushed it too far,
my womb is just as good,
my love is even better,
it should have been me,
damn you God, damn me.
The ground will soundly sleep
under the steps
of our empty souls.
Make me unwise:
show me the dagger
and ask me how it feels.
Copyright © Manuela Bennett | Year Posted 2007
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