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

I felt she a battle shell
I felt she a tell tale tell
Of fidgets
And crossed legs
Induced from blokes
That plead and begs
The senses
Stop
With your scent
It will force lament
Of great men

On our knees
The hosiery tease from here
I never noticed that
Vein before
Im not used to kissing feet
But a salty retreat of tears
Is telling me
To ditch the dignity of love
Im am powerless
Under her
Hardened

Barely five minutes together
Boxing never
Stopped
With words
We fell out
Her emotions titanium
Her head a cranium
Cradle of thoughts
I never worked them out
Except with pencil lead
In sociology
Forget the tings
They teachin me
Ill never understand

A woman.