this one, who i wish i was,
takes to the streets each night
screaming offensive syllables
at single passersby

sipping from tall-stemmed
hollowed vines of green and condensation,
she moves like a siren, singing
sweet aggression for anyone at all.

her promiscuity is undeniable.

and under the cover of moonlight and him,
she is unmoved by the language of ignorance,
words spat from mouths unwashed.
she is detached and uncaring, never bothered

to call him, to find him.
never bothered to
take the garbage out or fold warm laundry,
freshly snatched from a loud metal box.

her eyes show no mercy.
fierce colours, blue and green,
pierce the surface of his dedicated body.
she attacks, overwhelming an innocent man.

this one, who i wish i was,
shakes the world in her palm
an aftershock of black and truth traps men and women
calling up and out, hostages of one cavernous terrorist: SHE.

triumphantly gliding through fire and ice
nicotene burns between fingers
and in her mouth, the burgundy taste
of one of him.

sweetheart never finds the time
to love herself out loud
keep sipping that green of liverbetrayal
and fly above the rest of them.