Sly, she thinks
hearing words of nothing.
They think she doesn't realize
ears are her virtue.
Adjacent to such intellect
that can harbor such an imprint
of experience and hidden lust
behind the pain and blowing dust.
To close your eyes and only thrust
your essence into the flow of passions
and to finally know our own fasions
in which we devour the souls of our peers
to only alleviate our own beastly fears
and settle again into the lap
of false advertising.
She breathes a hidden hate
that I cannot dissipate.
April 7, 1999