Some smiles are two fleshy shores of skin
And rocks beaten white by hurricane force winds.
Some frothing sexual stigmata wounds
Are typhoons snapping cherry blossom trees in Kyoto.
Some girls are beasts with ruffled feathers,
Spitting insecurities into the eyes of their victims.
Some girls turn away and laugh ---
If they don't laugh they'll cry.
If they don't cry they'll scream.
And if they don't scream
They'll tear at their skin.
Sometimes slick naked muscle is
More comforting than a soak in a hot tub.
Marianne Faithful
