I have stood for
And witnessed
Arm up with hand raised
And a delicate finger hell bent
Like a Pope placing compassion
On an aging head
While he weeps
And tells his secrets
To someone he should consider
Only a man
Only a man
The nights have stood for it
They had taken their stand
With eyes of a moon
A crescent
In their part closure
I was told they would weep as well
And so I raised my hand
For the world
He was only a man
My hours wander
I trail them
And turn my head
To minutes past
Each tick emptying seconds
Into waiting
This hope holds anticipation
In my belly
Once the foreplay to lust
And wild ambition
The purgatory in it
A tremendous heaven promised
But only Hell
Only a man
Only a man
My thoughts dwell in the Nin
I read her desires
And find...
In his eye
My hair
And the extent of it
Into the stars
And their restlessness
The volumes of dreams
And perverse reality
Hold my comfort
blooming my confusion
Little FLowers
My lost home
The Delta of Venus
It might just be okay
My love
Wherever you go
I might be too
Even without you
You are only a man
It can be lonesome
In the wilderness
Once again
And you will not be alone in it
without my track beside you
You would like to hear my footfall
stop to bend
And ****** into me your river
your might gripping my hip
To have me plead your name
To beg for you
And pant you are a God
But I shade myself now in these thoughts
from any condoning
Of your deity
You are only a man
And I am my own woman
You do not hold my sensuality
Or my hand
To put it up
To lift it over your head
Without sight of me
While digging into my parts
You forget a disembodied soul
It's longing and need dismissed
No shelter in you
no home for it
I am only a woman
And with you a shell
Of pink and golden arching
That curved you a dynasty
And place to sleep
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 8:38 AM UTC
I have stood for
And witnessed
Arm up with hand raised
And a delicate finger hell bent
Like a Pope placing compassion
On an aging head
While he weeps
And tells his secrets
To someone he should consider
Only a man
Only a man
The nights have stood for it
They had taken their stand
With eyes of a moon
A crescent
In their part closure
I was told they would weep as well
And so I raised my hand
For the world
He was only a man
My hours wander
I trail them
And turn my head
To minutes past
Each tick emptying seconds
Into waiting
This hope holds anticipation
In my belly
Once the foreplay to lust
And wild ambition
The purgatory in it
A tremendous heaven promised
But only Hell
Only a man
Only a man
My thoughts dwell in the Nin
I read her desires
And find...
In his eye
My hair
And the extent of it
Into the stars
And their restlessness
The volumes of dreams
And perverse reality
Hold my comfort
blooming my confusion
Little FLowers
My lost home
The Delta of Venus
It might just be okay
My love
Wherever you go
I might be too
Even without you
You are only a man
It can be lonesome
In the wilderness
Once again
And you will not be alone in it
without my track beside you
You would like to hear my footfall
stop to bend
And ****** into me your river
your might gripping my hip
To have me plead your name
To beg for you
And pant you are a God
But I shade myself now in these thoughts
from any condoning
Of your deity
You are only a man
And I am my own woman
You do not hold my sensuality
Or my hand
To put it up
To lift it over your head
Without sight of me
While digging into my parts
You forget a disembodied soul
It's longing and need dismissed
No shelter in you
no home for it
I am only a woman
And with you a shell
Of pink and golden arching
That curved you a dynasty
And place to sleep
After a sit down with Anais Nin
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