She Knew Something

She knew not what she did
All clad in blue and white
She gave a cold stare
From eyes deep like knife wounds
That bleed and create fright
Hair dark like moonless nights
Not love at first sight
But the curiosity of a boy
Who until this point
Had never seen a bright sunrise mid-afternoon
Dawn’s first light in a random classroom

She knew not what she did
And thoughts of her
I could not rid from my mind
Emotions being hid for some time
And I became a lyrical pantomime
My actions vent frustration in rhyme
Like that of the innocent
Waiting to be acquitted from a crime
Accused to them, but not committed
Love and logic being pitted
Against each other: Battle Royale
No cameras permitted
My evolution will not be televised

She knew not what she did
Sitting, waiting, brooding in silence
Her visage was a tapestry
A collision between beauty and violence
Like Shakespearian ancestry
The Victorian fusion of comedy and tragedy:
A joyful travesty
And I became not relaxed but high tensed
By self inflicted maladies
Pressure builds and builds and doesn’t let go
Until I explode on this paper
And plead amnesty
As I mentally rape her
The words taper down my energy
And I’m screaming as she mentally rapes me
My pen and hand create synergy
Out of syllables and parables and similes
And hyperboles and somehow poetry
Flows out of me
To illustrate my observation
Of her femininity

She knew not what she did
Her curves did swerve
Through verbs and adverbs
That failed to describe
And objectively serve
Their purpose as I in turn
Observed her and wondered
What she was thinking of
What desire or love so gleaming
She was seeming to be dreaming of
And I craved her
Her sultry ways did not save her
I wanted to enslave her
And savor her lust
Her passion and trust
I wanted to taste her 31 flavors
She knew what she did
I was just returning the favor