We Are All Undesireables

I dream of an intellectual destroyer of evidence. 
She makes love like a miracle. 
She finds the weak points, the lines of force. 
She'll divorce herself from the present. 
She'll kiss like a despot and drive like a hero. 
I dream of an intellectual destroy of univeralities. 
I dream of a destroyer of intelligentsia. 
We've never seen tomorrow because she is too attached to destroying the present.