He Wants Only


by Denise R. Weuve

with wide hips
and crossed eyes.
He knows the truth,
no one looks twice
at the unsightly—
unless making sure
it’s real.

Think of Perseus
his fascination
with Medusa,
how her reflection
in that golden shield
made him cringe
yet he glimpsed once more
before he fucked her
through and through,
a quick plunge of the sword.

He is smart,
my lover,
reminding me how I grow
with dandelion frenzy
from the blood of Medusa,
eyes slender Helens,
while taking me home
where only my heart
turns to stone.

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