ViRiLiTy

Her conflicts of wanting and non wanting
Her desire
To hold on
Or let go
Afraid of bizarre seductions
Tired of giving in
And putting efforts
Being left with
Her feminism undone
And craving

Her appreciation for pure
Love for beautiful and strong
Her hatred for failings
Fear of love
An amalgation of cold and spite

And then in the mist
Her eyes meet the master’s
“oh, he is the best creation of God
But there is no God
The world will ruin him, so I should destroy him before”
She surrenders, succumbs
She invites his virality
He invades her singularity
He was a master in
Possession of her slave

The rape of pride
Virility’s victory ride

Not a word spoken

Master! You’re not the rapist anymore
You are now the victim
You are slave to my passion
You have been tricked
And now you cannot resist me

Your virility is now your servility