I just know that if you touched me I’d feel
beautiful
The naked way my heart leaks pheromones down my thighs and across the room
into your luscious eyes like
chocolate
Panting praying portraying the Goddess you desire I am at once on fire by the idea that for a second
you loved me
The words you find to paint these rosy cheeks blushing my devotion in obvious childlike motions helpless random playful in tandem to my
history (you see)
I never knew the fatherly gaze the haze of pride the fascination as she cried out
look at me
There is a cherry filled glass waiting at the bar while her patent leather shoes swing too high from the floor waiting for praying for dreaming for the days when she can reach
the ground
The future of blood and barbies and bras and boys confuses and annoys the crisp clean carefully controlled stand
When his doll sullies the picture
foiling the plan
leaving him shaking shifting fearful tearful doubting near
panic
What to do with a baby girl?
Oh baby, baby girl, my lovers coo staring at the infinite caress
my breath fills his chalice
my armor his calloused hands
his vision of divinity my
mirror
Gratification taken from his sweat and somewhere in this mess of whispers and hotel sheets I forget myself and I feel
beautiful
