pressing perfume
deep into décolletage
like high heels on
office tile
blinking sensual alerts of
power needs
corner offices
pay distribution
how we ache, long
to be smelt, tasted
red wine
on fervent lips
yet when we
ask you to stop—!
“biologically
desirable”
projected into
the hierarchy
flaming hot we’re
screaming power quests of toxic masculinity and
in the back of our mouths
whispering helpless legalities like
twisting tensions
around our
bodies, into
our wombs
red lipstick
on your
shirt collar
still pays the bills
too often
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