The women, self-righteous and superior,

divided in a class alone. She is sparkling

and broken. Night after night she returns

to him. Pressing her slender body against

his, to hear his heartbeat hasten. She

kisses his chest, tasting a hard days

work. Immersing herself deep

within his core, to find a dark abyss-

like the ocean tide swallowing you whole,

but lets you live under the waves.

Her body now teeming with life, he is the

nourishment for her body-

Her frigid hands reach out to stable herself,

in the nothingness, she brushes her lover.

And as a daffodil is overcome by spring,

she is overcome by her resilience

to get up and stand on her own.