I am solid in my standing
Je suis trop fort pour me retirer totalement.

Restless, almost shook
in a cool funk unfocused
driven, she gave way
to thoughts unfettered
and almost succumbed
to the breaking of it.
Promises almost come
undone but she recalled
the smell of death,
stagnation in the binding
of two so unmatched.
So she wait and see,
wait and see more.

She cared once too deep
little heart sore, body
callus in her immense
desire of flesh try for more.