the unyielding desire to just want to be fucked.
That we may loathe the opposite sex in our entirety
yet turn on our own in an instant if he promised us our passions fed
the kind where eyes roll back, and a moan deep from our bellies are born
where they kiss your quivering lips, hot saliva dripping down
each nipple, erect
like the lover you spurn on afterward with regret.
Yes, we can despise the species of men yet even our anger betrays us in the end
as it fuels for fire and longing to be seized and bent.
Meanwhile, I am Daphne
born from the earth, virginal
untouched, unclaimed.
Wild hair a mane, forever escaping the clutches of Apollo.