I've been listening to static for years.
Watching the black-and-white zigzags
Crumple across my screen
Defeated, without knowing the enemy.
Overwhelmed, without taking perspective.

Suddenly pictures are coming through
Sounds that don't just seem to be dying aluminum.
Laughs   smiles   conversations
Touches...
Gasps.
Heartbeats.

Those black and white zigzags are fading
Blurring out until you see the picture
They've been trying to form for too long.
And behold, the picture is clear.
Maybe the repairman upgraded me to hi-def.

But that repairman sure is sneaky.
Apparently the channel is now set on Cinemax
And I have no idea where my remote is.

You make my heart burn
But in the **** way, not the kind you get Tums for.
And I think about you a lot
And I think about why I think about you so much a lot too.
And I wonder what your favorite food is
Because someday I won't be a broke college kid and maybe
I could figure out to make an easy version of it for you.
You make my insides coil up like a Slinky when you look at me
Which is new for me and I think it's just because I like you a lot
But I like your effect on me a lot too.
I look at you too much and I hope you don't think it's weird
Because I just think that you're kind of fascinating
And I write about you too much and I hope you don't think I'm obsessive
Because I'm not.
You just hang out in my brain a lot.


Anyway
Write me back.

I dreamed you left me at Christmas.
Under snow and trees, you walked away.
You just didn't want me anymore.

I know it's false.
You've given me no reason to doubt
(Though I shouldn't be thinking that far ahead anyway.)
You have only been perfect.

I guess my subconscious is just still waiting.
(I wish my dreams didn't have a habit of becoming real.)

I am woman
Hear me moan.
See me arch
Feel me groan.

I am woman
And I will prove to thee
That I am all
I need to be.

I am woman
And I am strong.
I am mighty
I belong.

I am woman
These ******* are mine.
This *** is hot
And these hips are fine.

Superman boxers
Big little mister pops out.
A friendly greeting.

The feminist in me rages
But the female in me is melting.
I know you can tell
Especially since it's all over your fingers.
Never stop talking.
Never stop touching.

I.
Want.
You.

He asks you
To lie down, naked on his bed
And when you try to cover yourself
To hide what you perceive as flaws
He prevents it.
He holds your hands
And looks in your eyes
And tells you
Exactly
What he's going to do.

He starts at your feet
(So he can end with your mind)
And travels up your flesh.
At each point, he kisses
And looks in your eyes
And tells you
Exactly
Why it's perfect.

At your most insecure
Your stomach, your hips, your *******
He takes the most time.
Your stomach is perfect; soft and warm.
Your hips are beautiful; he loves to watch them sway.
Your ******* are the most sensuous creation; he could live between your mounds.

He continues up your body
Tenderly tracing your curves with his mouth
With his fingers
With his eyes.
Trying to preserve your frame in his mind
To recreate when you leave
Because he never wants you to go.
And if all he can have is the memory of your body
He will remember it in perfection.

But he does not neglect your eyes, your heart, your mind.
Once he reaches them
He tells you that your eyes are the most beautiful stars
He has ever seen
And he would travel to Jupiter if it meant he could find their equal
But he knows he could never find better.
He says your heart holds the most rare liquid in the world
The blood of a goddess
For what goddess before you has been human?
He says your mind is the most confoundedly beautiful maze
He has ever traveled.
And he doesn't really want to ever solve it
Because the path is so wonderful.

As he finishes memorizing every last part of you
And every last part of your soul
He looks in your eyes
And tells you
Exactly
How much he loves you.