Underneath
Behind
the smiles, in the dark
Hidden
and soon in the darkness
The
cracks become the pathways
Seen and
recognized the faces quickly turn away
Pained
and cut the whips lash about
In the
artesian wells of life hands reach out
Only
bodies are seen and limits are where ecstasy resides
Cries and
slippery skin is human oil and gin decides
Down in
the gender palaces where queens are king
There’s
no line between, all asking for the taking
Rings
away do not hide the truth, death of fidelity
Guilt is
that buried emotion when skin is reality
Society
so clear cut, in reality a non-existent slut
Those
that protest the irreverent indignant and strident
The cover
for their reflection in the mirror
They see
it secretly and smile at the horror
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