A Lesson

You see that girl over there? No, not that one. THAT one. The one with the low cut shirt, the tight pants, and free smile. Admiring the curve of her ass, the bouncing life of her breasts? Oh, I am sorry, are you made uncomfortable by such language? Alright, let's back up. You could say something nice about her hair, or her lovely complexion. Use all the compliments in your awkward “gentleman's” repertoire.

Let's do a quick recap here, what are complimenting her on again? Her breasts? No, her lovely hair, right? Her ass? No, no, I am mistaken, you are simply entranced by her lovely skin. I am picking up a pattern. Have you even looked this girl in the eyes? All these nice things you want to say her, and the obscene ones, we both know you're better than, all have one thing in common. Can you guess what it is?

Flesh. Skin. Body. Not one mention of her soul, her heart. Because all those things you want to say, all those things you're thinking just translate to: What's this sticky stuff on my hand?

Try this: Pretend she's a person (I know this is a revolution of thought, but just bear with me), pretend she's a person, with her own dreams, fears, aspirations, hopes, likes, dislikes, quirks, damage, beauty, potential, and flaws. Now let's pretend you are also a person, with your own dreams, fears, aspirations, hopes, likes, dislikes, quirks, damage, beauty, potential, and flaws, now ask yourself, what would you want to hear, what would make you feel loved? Someone complimenting your ass? Commenting on the tightness of your abs? Or, maybe, just maybe, what would really make your day is someone saying what a nice smile you have, how well spoken you are, how interesting that project you're working on is.

She's Vibrant

I let her into my mind

Like smoke in my lungs

And I let her play with what she thinks I am

I let him into my skin

Like a needle in my veins

And I let him tell me what he thinks he knows

And he's violent

And she's vibrant

And I'm just absent

I let them into my mouth

Like whiskey down my throat

And I let them give me what they think I need

I let her into my heart

Like a melody in a song

And I let her take away what she thinks she needs

And they're reluctant

And she's vibrant

And I'm just fervent

Fingers

I've got my own cross to bear,

Slowly fading into absurdity

We'll stand on the edge of madness

And laugh until we cry

There is no poison here,

And our cornerstones agree

I make little cuts on my thigh

And pretend my blood is the sun

I stare dumbly into your eye

Dirty flesh duality made into one

I approach the mountain and kneel and raise my bracelet

Proclaiming in a voice clear and sharp and loud:
“This silver fingered goddess of mine pulls my blood like a magnet!”

I've got my own dreams to fear

Quickly withering into insanity

We'll dance on the bones of an empire

And cry until we cannot breathe

There is no poison here

And our cornerstones agree

You made little noises in my eyes

And you pretend I am close by

Your apotheosis will not christianize

Crystal skin glitters up in the sky

I arrive at my home downtrodden and hungry

Requesting news in voice low and sullen and lost:
“This silver fingered goddess of mine will start such a fire in me!”