La femme formidable

In the darkness
looking at me
as if you were
a cat of Baudelaire

The secrets bore me
as does the structure of society
so predictable
so hungry in the night

Everyone is pretending
I don't give a damn
fuel the red sun
into what they call debauchery

I lifted the sheet
and marvelled
at the perfect naked beauty
beneath

No one wants to hear
about the pain
It has nothing to do
with the face of society

The blood can flow
and everyone seems happy
No one speaks the truth
for it has no value