'A Ramification' Poem by joseph nez

A ramification...
of absolute temperature.
The boiling point of water,
circulating what's hers.

Entrapment to me,
causing my things afar.
Taking every resistance empty,
of absolute temper...
a temptress!

She'll craft into you a dead stop.
Plans and then nothing of absolute temperature.
My boiling point.

Her cistern she made into me,
to hold what she says is hers.
Caressing in me into her lips,
a ramification against my will.
Inside her boiling point,
circulating what's hers.