Some Kind of Porcelain Doll

Living yet devoid of existence
I stand before you in resistance -
never giving in to your feeble complex
always astute for the sake of sex.

Masks reveal true tendencies
underneath, discrepancies.

Could we grow together,
and like a tree, bare the weather?
Our leaves all intertwined.

How?
When all along
you thought me refined
like some kind of porcelain doll.

Staring through an eye hole
in silent repose - and you see cajole?
Quiet in all ways except in soul,
perceptions askew, and foul.

Get to know what's under the porcelain mask
and I may allow your sex as my task.
Now lend me the flask in your basket
and make some room in your homemade casket.