Hurry, pull over
she said with her hair falling wildly
across her face, eyes glowing.
And how the fire
We built later
danced in her eyes, her hollow cheeks
red like a demon.
She spread her arms out,
the secret behind her smile…open
like she didn’t need reasons,
or knowledge of the workings
her thing; she didn’t hate feeling
like feeling was an illusion,
didn’t matter that a substance
could smell different than it’s texture,
or a heart in love change
it’s habit of beating
before it quits. She sweats
when she lusts, like an animal,
the proud winner of the bet,
queen of her jungle.
In her mind, she gets it.
In her mind she knows one thing:
she doesn't need to understand.