Ruins

How frightening it is to be a woman

I reach out for love

I expect civilization

And get ruins

Let it be wild then

Overtaken by jungle

Bury my lover in fungi

Under the cold river of death 

The river of rebellion from the severe king 

My soul and body will not belong to god

When I die

It belongs to the god of my lover

Not for moral purity

But for lust and desire

The fire of my marrow

That brings back life to dead bodies