Poem on Femininity: Dead body, Hungry Soul, and luscious Red
Story of the feminine and femininity
Dead Body
To end it all, for all
Like the heaviness in the brawl
If not meant to be me or you,
Searching for an infinite you
For kingdoms gasp in air
For the progenitor remain in despair
Hopes and love meaning to fade
In the armor of a story,
Rises the lost glory
Only glory worth being checked
As it resides in the fortress of the progenitor
If at all your hands are ego and legs of a charmer
Between your legs lies your demeanor
Of glorious bedding where love is made
It's an assuaged delicious pudding of sweat that partakes
The roaring demon stands far apart in the woods
Like a tender love arising out of a mysterious hood
Of caressing unholy and strange stimulation
Of bloodlust armor acting as Behemoth
Of sweat and red juices mixing
The trepidations and luster of identity craving
Wounds will heal and lay bare
I still want to search for my happy Hare.
Hungry Soul
With wounds too hard to heal
I surmount my pain in glamorous reel
Of memories that haunt you seldom
Of flowers asking you to remain random
If the body craves pain and filth
The rage opens you up for a fix
Many times the hunt for sanity starts
To run from the truth and gravity parks
Pulling down and holding is a desire
So is wanting pain and bad treatment being acquired
The craze for losing autonomy stays
Like the reckless moral ground stage ways
Of the beating, the mind envelopes
Resistant to reality, habits, and domination
Luscious Red
The quest of enigma has fallen
Like the reckless progenitor has swollen
The redness staffed with hungry tentacles
Of broken bones and harrowing barnacles
Like the lightroom has turned on dark
The bare decider dares to bark
As the summoning of a headless Goddess arrive
The rule maker tries to put his hands on the beehive
As the breeze flows creating enchanted moments
The red luster creates a reddish resonance
If you move headless bleeding like a fountain
Of all the sentimental days the luscious red suit is right.
It's a day of fun, frolic and lovely delight.
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