Danger in the House
she isn’t dangerous
no matter
how she looks upon you
like a snack
her will is not to
lay waste to your
living room
friendship
is a rare gift
and it is enough
she won’t ravish you
if desire is what you are
afraid of seeing
in her dark eyes
inside her
a thousand years
of domesticity
rises up like
a row of mountains
and she is chained to the sink
and vacuum
like an automaton
