Quannah

Am asked to ferment desire, a place without windows, surrounded by tyres, I descend like a fool, to warm my toes, still hope for a rescue, young woman without child, love free to bestow, it's been a while, outside is a smoky blue, my smiles won’t allow, what our ancestors refused, strings on midnight wires, add more to life than show, this long road of ire, traces along my sinews, change is harder to know; how to use my perfume, is it my dancing fire, that turns them hollow, bring into line, all my joys and sorrow.