like a poker,
she picked at coals
& blew on curiosity's
embers
she bent forward,
scalding tresses &
exploring fingers
they wrapped her up
yet her shawl was fire,
an occulent emerald
flashing the verdant lie;
submission
Israeli passions smoldering
'neath sexist stricture
she taunted tresses
and beckoned cloth,
fierce disregard;
unyielding
they smacked her back
but she
refused
to bruise.


LMAO I'm done now


Although, I can't help but think that it might be more interesting if it was "curiosity's embers". I've always liked abstract notions being...possessive of a noun (just not when it's overdone). Tell me what you think of this idea...


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