05/11/12

Syllables straining against a misogyny
so enthralled with minor details
that the flames struggle to lick
past the crease of the knee.

With individual droplets
rolling against the vinyl of a rainbow
and the silent wind ripples through
well maintained up-dos
and painstakingly ironed pant legs.

Sidelong glances
threatening a touch that never comes
into a submission of mania.
Heralding voices calling forth
a diversity of collecting trolls
and words which will never be spoken.

Jewelled rain
of salt and sadness
drips mercilessly into the abyss
of uncaring typhoons.