We talk in emojis
21st century style you know
Our conversation wraps
A few moments past dawn

He reports every second on the gram
Almost as if that’s his beau
Before exchanging good morning texts
He says Insta Fam hello  

And when we do get intimate
It just doesn’t feel right  
He goes on to publish
She’s my Aphrodite

Oh I want to be teleported
To the age of billet doux
Just two love birds
On a hilltop with a great view

So on a fine Monday morning
I told him what I really want
He said it much like a warning
That the Stone Age is long gone.

Two men
Strung to the poles
Bedazzled in love

A girl
At the apex
Stringing them along

A classic triangle
Hopeless romance of sorts.

They meet on the decision day
Under the cherry blossoms
The girl having made her mind

said,

“No thanks I like my triangles with crust, marinara, and mozzarella spread.”

I am not my body, I am my soul.
I am not my body, I’m much more.

I am not the ice creams, that find their way to my thighs,
I am not a thing to be objectified.

I am not the pimples scattered across my face like an unaligned constellation,
I am not bound to always provide you satisfaction.

I am not the stretch marks that you so playfully shun,
I may not always be finished when you are done.

I am not just a pair of *******,
I am a hurl of emotions in a tempest.

I am not just another juicy ***,
Think twice before you say another condescending sentence.

I am the moon the sun and the stars freely dancing to the rhythm of the wind,
I am the flowers blossoming in the season of spring.

I am love and heartbreak art and music ,
I am the glimmer in your eye and the comfort when you fall sick.

I am the eye of a hurricane,
And the celebratory glass of champagne.

&
My body is a temple
A place of worship