The desirous believe

The desirous believe

(poor idiots of hope)

that someday a man will create

a signature drink made of

a thousand breasts and a sea stupor

compelling our thighs to tremble.

They think saliva men will show

their luminescent tongues

and open our eyes

to a brave new beginning.

Dazzling man, refugee in a fire

without end― Then we will not

be able to move. Our flesh long

and wide, desire satisfied,

will be appeased forever.

We'll lose our eyes

and never be the reflection

of insanity again.