she is your goddess of love
of gentle touches
gentler sighs
but you forget
she was born of lust
of violence
of the bloody foam
from a bloodier deed
her touch is not kind
not sweet
she is a tsunami
rushing
up up
up
down
drowning
consuming
leaving only remains
that is her nature
her legacy
the remnants of passion
i would know
i am one
(vía lamb-led-astray)