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Death - The Ultimate Woman
 

10 steps behind and eyes to the ground.

You wish to speak with me.
Tell me everything
Then strangle me with your bare hands -
That consuming confession:

10 steps behind and eyes to the ground
Walks the ultimate woman.

Lead her to your tiresome awkward desires -
Show your most hidden face -
Sleep wretched in her embrace -
Or the idea of her no woman can live up to.
Bury yourself.

The ultimate woman
Hiding in hills and caverns -
Her spirit kept within herself.
Mysteries within her that could blind a man.
Ha! Here I am!

10 steps behind and eyes to the ground -
10 steps behind and sinking within -
Walks the ultimate woman
Her language murky, simmered - like a mirror image -
A secret tongue -
A slur of laughter and knowing.
Anger is such energy, beautiful when controlled.
Treat me as flesh that could belong to a man -
Ha! Here I am!


You will die by her own weakness
To keep you at her breast...

    - From "The Muse Inward" - 2004
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