Querulousness Poem by Genevieve Surrender

His hands
Caress the back
of her skull.

Her yellow tangles
loosely tickle
and entwine
his fingertips.

In his soulless focus
her lifeless eyes
ambiguously glisten.

Her lips
curve skyward
in an optimistic curtsey.

His lips
Press upon hers
with icy passion.

As she lies naked
She allows his body
To fondle her curves.

She cannot refuse.
She will not.

She cannot withhold
his seduction.

She would not.
She did not.

To end all things,
now she can not.

They call him
querulousness.
Alias,
dissatisfaction.