Category III

night falls,
crumbles into opacity
where the arch of the farcical moon
is a coyly raised eyebrow,
a question

she stalks you, her fingers
carefully discoloured but
long and razor-tipped

they peel away
layers of her, thinking of pregnant
bulbs and the traveler's
metaphor, a simplified onion,
but she is impenetrable

her seasoned heart worn
like a bulletproof vest beneath yards
of bare, unchartered flesh

they tell her not to use
a noun here, or blood,
or an object of passion
but they are merely men and
she is more than a part of their fantasy

built on stilts, prancing
into provocation. They say she is good
with her hands, better with her tongue

but best with her mind.

1 Category III: Movie rating used to denote inappropriateness except for persons aged 18 or above