Down your Cleopatra legs.
So there's always some handsome man
Swimming through the reeds and dregs.
I wonder if you'll get through --
To your strange, coy crocodiles?
Choke, twitch, bleed, and rot on high?
Wink and sink into the Nile.
I watch you hold up secrets
As you're trying to fall yourself
Into boys who can swear it's
All legend and slink, not stealth.
I worry when I watch you --
I can tell you otherwise;
I can guess what friends are for
When I see him on your eyes.
You arched, and he touched your face
He stripped away your duty
But it's the grind, not the grace
Those boys insist is beauty.
How much you hide to get through --
Your rivers run hangman truths.
Even the scary monsters
Have shivered and sighed for you.
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"I'm having a slight case of nudity here." Buffy to Oz in "Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered"