that lay crumpled beneath her feet,
mute, disorganized and dead
they have helped me before
they have lent their voice
i have surrendered to their power,
to their might and their sex appeal.
tonight, they won’t help me.
they won’t persuade notions, meanings and thoughts
to witness their magic.
unrelenting, they have become
where is your chivalry? where is your honor?
my dear words, wake up from your hurt
your slumber, your indifference.
my mouth is thirsty for you
give me just one more chance to be your slave?
you are not saying anything.
there won’t be any dancing around sounds and syllables
no truth or dare between thinking and feeling
you are fighting for absolution
with all your dignity
with all your grace.
instead of ruling the world,
claiming hearts and shares of bed
you just simply lay there
crumpled beneath her feet,
mute, disorganized and dead.