Fed up with the ways of men,
I decided to create my own,
And he would be perfect.
I took a chunk of wood and began to carve,
My knife coaxing each perfect body part into existence:
Dark eyes
Full lips
Broad shoulders
Long legs
Strong hands
And a perfect...well...you know.
Then I carved the magic word into his chest
And he became flesh.
He did everything a woman wanted:
He listened well
Never talked back
Never got mad
Made love on command
And said those words we all crave
"I love you"
All with eyes as empty as bottomless pits.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
Fed up with the ways of men,
I decided to create my own,
And he would be perfect.
I took a chunk of wood and began to carve,
My knife coaxing each perfect body part into existence:
Dark eyes
Full lips
Broad shoulders
Long legs
Strong hands
And a perfect...well...you know.
Then I carved the magic word into his chest
And he became flesh.
He did everything a woman wanted:
He listened well
Never talked back
Never got mad
Made love on command
And said those words we all crave
"I love you"
All with eyes as empty as bottomless pits.
Poem 2 in my "7 Poems in 7 Days" self-challenge. Bonus challenge: All titles must be school subjects. Feel free to join me!
