Backwater

And the lady continued inside me.
She is a dawn so golden, so bright. She smells like the smells in the garden. She breathes the bubbles over the skin. She is in the hands breaking the water. She moves as Butterfly and makes the back underwater. She survives the undertows created by my movement. She rides the waves spreading away from me. She is a headbanging ringing hate. She is a rubber, gasoline, plastic and metal suicide driving wheel. She is the vengeance catalyzer.
You know, lady, I missed you!!!