the difference between talking to me and at me

the world had wounded her eyes

left her blind and groping

i was the blind leading the blind

but only she was hoping

that what we feel could make love real

o.k. i told a lie

cause when i looked into her eyes

all i did was sigh

her long bangs that would hang

and hide her eyes from me

my fingers brushed with careful aim

till both her eyes i could see

 

for once the eyes took center stage

it took awhile before i noticed

both her breasts perfect without guile

or her skin the china moon

had made its kin

with its own hue

 

but worse yet was the reflect

from pools within her eyes

i saw myself beyond the sex

profoundly wise and yet perplexed

that truism are for the unwise

and yet i’d gladly compromise

to know love without dignity

 

because there’s no one like me

 

she was not lost neither am i

but love is just a spider web

we play each strand like angel harps

schooled in every flow and ebb

 

like the spider on fly that comes to feed

i really only have one need

that i am loved for who i am

i push away amid demand

 

i’m not a rapist so i know

when inside her she will bestow

an acceptance given rare

amid her heart gentle and fair

 

but love is quite a different thing

when afterwards the lingering

is conversation i conceal

cause every law i have repealed

and challenge all you think you know

freezing your warmth and inner glow

cause sutured syllables are all i see

reality’s what you perceive

 

but back to her and who i am

i am a sacrificial lamb

discontent with your repent

love is neither earned nor lent

but four sad eyes without disguise

no need to lie or compromise

or be what someone else will need

photosynthesis for the seed

but i am me and she is her

nothing deleted or deferred

just an embrace without erase

to earn the favor of your grace

 

so when i led her from the party

idiots idealizing evolution’s astarte

we both embraced only the moment

neither being the others past atonement

 

and when we woke all that we spoke

was naked flesh and cigarette smoke

she was she and i was me

and neither was by a decree

and like the blindness of her bangs

for the moment we both hang

with each other

is as is

neither taking

neither gives

definition and expectation gone

for the moment or for how long

 

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