Women

~Hurt, lost
Divine devious women, tattoo your
Names across my heart, if I shall swallow
Your pride, tossing it out at the church choir,
Legendary-legit-ladies
Walking in the aisles of sorrow
Pain-peeled hearts, holding dead lilies
And stems of a bunch of roses,
Trying to escape drowning in their own tears,
Starved for affection
Thinking about the feathers of swan,
Tempted in their imaginations,
Inspired by torture,
With dark hope and lost life.