I felt she had been hardened
I felt the garden where she used to play
was concrete
decay
Delayed
When she played
She grew up
And sprayed herself
With her favourite potion
She must have murdered
Tiny tears
The doll.

She interested me, sat there
all seductive like that
the slight revelation of a massive tatoo
trying to hide something i thought
what pain, and from where and why.
I’m an amateur female psychologist
trying to make a name of my PHD

I felt she- a battle shell
I felt she- a tell tale tell
about her life so far,
In fidgets
And crossed legs
Induced from blokes,
That plead and beg
The senses.
Stop,
With your scent-
It will force lament
of great men.

On our knees
are us, the men
The hosiery tease from here
such power to procreate
I never noticed that
Vein before
Im not used to kissing feet
and
I skate around the point
But a salty retreat of tears
Is telling me
To ditch the dignity of love
and just tell her how I feel
……………….powerless
Under her
Hardened………………..
under her
hardened spell…………………
and then, so surprising
 in criminal disappointment
it was over before it began
her mouth opened
and
in those fifteen minutes together
Boxing never
Stopped
With words
 
We fell out
Her emotions are titanium
Her head, a cranium cradle of thoughts
I never worked them out
Except with pencil lead
In sociology
Forget the things
taught to me,
Ill never understand

A woman.