Stare

Gaze over my bosom
With that matrimonial stare
Of a desiring cow
Copulated and panting like a dog
Stare at what is I
Configuring a standing ovation
To your masculine bone of unwanted pleasures

Purve…

Creating fantasies
Of what I am naked
Just do not equate me
To a damned figure
With no intelligence to see past
Your phantom of lies
And crocked obscurities

I do not stand on porches
Ready to be whisked
By scavenging men

Stare with the truthful
Knowledge
That

That is where it ends