[I still have a couple of old pieces I want to post, but I just wrote this and I really want opinions to see if I actually made this work or not. There is a bunch of things I'm looking for with this and I want to see if this worked or not. Thank you for reading, and I thank Alec and Kyle for the comments on my previous post.]
I canít fantasize if you hide
your waist behind loose shirts
that deform your silhouette
me to draw the shape
of your breast; and if
youíre cold-blooded enough
not to jump in fright
over sudden loud noises
or hasty movements,
I wonít hear your broken inhale
thatíd fit perfectly
with your skinís off-beat tremble
and your toes
while closing in.
You could have the stare of a morning kiss,
the freckled pale shoulders of the near East,
the slim neck of a vampireís prey,
the wavy hair of the sunsetís seashore,
the cozy belly to a rainy day
and lips to kiss
and softly bite
But as long as you keep placing yourself
as a disposable figurant
over the crowded Lisbon downtown,
youíll be nothing more to me
than a brief glance thatíll drive
by my short-term memory and die.
You could have become
something wonderful to
masturbate to, if you
werenít merely a clone
of the weekly fashioned,
puritan but whorribly dressed,
social network obsessed,
oversexed youth you
so wholeheartedly embrace
with faÁade adulthood.
Even your footprints
reek of one night stand
and your soles are still stained from the vomit
you mustíve treaded on last Friday.
While Dr. Jekyll rants,
Mr. Hyde fits in all the hypes
and catches all the trends.
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