Licking her lips and smiling slick
Is the nun who wears the hooker’s heels.
Her foam flowers conceal the slaking scent.
She inflicts wounds she no longer heals.
These images ruin pleasure.
Titans of smoke caged by deluded notions
Also kissed by her cruel fist of worship.
Helpless, they are betrayed by their fragile emotions.
My impression of her is unimpressed by this sad attitude,
As her true self does not desire those who can’t see what she feels.
I realize her shadow is the character I have known,
And there is no precedent for this confrontation of my ideals.