• poems,  poetry

    the dance of men

    bruises and heat clenched teeth white hot fists frenzied mind pain shaking so hard it hurts to think eyes blur in the rage crunching jaw lungs breathe pure hate pink and purple tender and red body soaking in the love of the dance the rush intoxicates it brings clarity and instinct lust and hate it feeds on the survival growing power from the blur of red and white hot fists