With every
Repetition
“Boys will be boys”
They say
All around
The world
Meaning
Simply
Girls are made
To be had
With every
Repetition
“Boys will be boys”
They say
All around
The world
Meaning
Simply
Girls are made
To be had
So stop
Take stock
Find firm footing
And there turn
Full face
Into all that comes
Lick the salt
Upon my lips
And savour
All strange beauty
In the bitterness
She said
He laughed
Then leaned down to kiss her
Stern, she held him off
I’m not worthy yet
But couldn’t hold the moment
As he searched her eyes
She laughed
Pulled him to her
And kissed him
Hard
Still
I see enough
To know the beauty
Of a moment
It’s an intense study of subject I don’t feel comfortable exploring with people. I tell myself, “I’m getting too much in someone’s face,” but I know it’s just as much putting them in my face. The subject has eyes, and a mind, and both are looking right back at me. Too intimate!
Built for speed
Lived at a Main Street pace
The paradox
Of a mechanical world
As seen from this virtual realm
Because here am I
Everywhere at once
Yet nowhere at all