Tell

The rivers of red, they flow down virgin thighs

The pulling of sheets, the clench of a fist

The tears run down, the beauty cheeks

The yells unheard, from deep inside the heart

The power struggle, sounds are muffled

The reality of him, he over she

It may be a response, but a force will blow

It may be a fight, but the winner will not pull

Scratch his back, nice and calmly

Scratch his back, dig deep inside

Scratch his eyes, pull his hair

No bitch- lets pull yours

Pull down those borders

Pull down those barriers

Intrude, not to produce

Intrude, not to love

Intrude.

Spread open

Wide open

Don’t be alarmed

You will not be harmed

Don’t be fake

You aren’t going to wake

Kneel down

Kiss it baby

The river flows

That virgin river

The pool; in red

The pool; in horror

It’s not going to hurt

It’s not going to be an answer

Don’t tell

I’m only mama’s boy

Don’t tell

I’m your friend

Don’t tell

I’m your lover

Don’t tell

Tell

For we have to stop that virgin river.

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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