rigorous showdown

my dear, the script is bare, laid to your presence.

and its selfish attraction has you on glee. don't bat your lashes
to innocence. you are not the calm to storms as your
mother believes.

i am for taking and you want this body for parts.
like men before you as they climb to conquer, as though they've crushed
mountains to victory without a woman's artillery. but sharpen your
every thought. first, come the flowers you left in bloom. those
cheap affections.
their pedestrian petals can't survive without my
love.

wilt.
dry.
break
to end.

no guard of mine will come down
willingly.
second, come the grand appeal of all your
lies. oh! how i chisel to shape you back into asphalts uneven.
and to this showdown the ego will never compromise.
what eye fury will you play for me today?
how bewildered you are that i've come again, with a will
so sharp on my glances, and to your cautious smile -
believe me, you will love me.

sweetness, you are the tired gray of skies i tolerate, love, and
dread. i find you tucked under sheep's textile.
water spills, leaking through the mattress.
i idolize; you're irate.
this enters into my fever, of passion and rage,
forms of love can take on the darkest, and mine
rids you of tranquil