She lies...


By Marina Waldron


She lies, Her skin so soft I cannot help but kiss it; As she whispers Insignificances. Code words on her lips. Entice.


She sits, Long hair drawing lines Down her sculptured back And she Bites, Her lip in concentration. Yet it feels like a personal Torture.


She seems To me Of a different Class While she is Artwork. My Before’s Reek Of mechanics.