she lost in the streets of <br />desire, <br />the skill of the foxes <br />smelling something pinkish and glossy in the dark streets <br />of desire, the street car taking me to your arms, <br /> hairy chests, and <br />warm lips, <br /> thighs and strong legs like pillars <br /> to my dream <br />building, asses and ashes, <br /> stones to sands, suns and suns, <br />you throw me like a pebble to the deepest of my depressions <br />but no man has ever killed suki <br />and suki rises from the ashes, like a cat with nine souls, <br />to the heavens <br />suki becomes her own star, <br /> <br />manaki, beware, suki has all the reasons <br />to live and take <br />the centerfold of revenge, <br />somewhere in the hidden <br />pages of my <br />bookish life<br /><br />Suki Nakamura<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phenomenal-woman-rising-and-rising-and-rising-from-her-own-grave-not-swaying-no-brassiness-just-plain-walking-without-any-hope-of-finding-what-she-thinks/
