Women Like You

Women like you
Break homes
With their bare hands
And pick their teeth
Clean with copper pipes
Pulled from the insides
Of this desolate,
Crumbling frame of life.

Women like you
Bend light to their will
And seek out the night
To pluck each
Of the stars,
To feed and foster
That ever draining
Lack of luster.

Women like you
With no memory of fear,
Can move through
The darkness
Like a spreading disease
With feverish love
And a child-like prowess.

But men like me
So thankfully deceived
As the wide eyed
Whipping boy,
Will bleed into dreams
Of impossible futures
And fortunes
That bind us
With terrible greed.