"woman unknown"

pour forward from the pregnant cup
swollen with the whispers of trickery
listen as they sizzle with deception
watch as they splash upon the lips
of honesty
slowly stripping his desire
oh! dark lady draped in gown's deceit
strangle your dishonest throat
purge your little voice pure to
witness his heart fall speechless thru
its lining onto crimson carpet,
her crimson carpet called desolation

exhale her soul, spitting its choking skin
against the fire of her burning eyes
smell the flames lick her presence
making her now a distant past
a voice unheard, a woman unknown.

`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
15mar04