Often I find myself
standing somewhere at the back of a room
and watching you.
Just the way you move.
So I lay myself bare to you,
a blank canvas,
a landscape of emotion
just waiting to be painted
Because you just have this way,
of making me feel so small
and building me up.
But you just don’t see me
as you pass on by.
So I'll stand here and wait
and hope you don’t see my tears.
Through hooded eyes,
while smoke trickles through her lips.
She looks like heaven
but nothing like an angel.
Your lady in red,
with lily skin and raven hair.
All a little surreal,
if you could just reach out
and touch her
you're sure she wouldn't be there.
Chemistry never was this fun
as each glance feels electric
Black, teal and purple
a splash of green
add a touch of white
and the spectrum is complete
Gliding, liquid silk
over hips and thighs.
Straps falling from shoulders
and bare collarbones, teasing.
Alluding to broken promises,
never intended to be kept
Before my eyes,
a rainforest scene in the dark,
of climbing vines
unmown grass and budding flowers.
A vibrant euphoria in polyester
I’d run and scream and not say a thing.
I’d spend days in silence,
not uttering a word
and never once hear my own name.
I’d bleed just for the hell of it,
just to see the bright red hit the ground,
and never once wipe it away.
I’d live naked in a cave behind the waterfall
with just my ghosts for company.
And at night I’d spend hours
entranced by the feel of my pelvis under my fingertips.
My body would be free and naught but my own,
as daily I would bathe in the pool that was my doorstep.
And under a full moon I would lie,
with one had in the water and watch my reflection,
muddied by a purpose long forgotten.
Content to be
perfectly out of control.
