Dark eyed Queen of Florence
She meant a lot to you
She was in all your pictures
You talked about her brown eyes
How they are so soft
and more subdued

My eyes are blue
And fierce and bold
Like ice, waves and rain
Vast like sky
And like clouds tinged in gold
I could never stay in one place

Dark eyed Queen of Florence
She was beautiful and fine
She smoked cigarettes and
drank her expensive wine
But me?
No-no.
While she was on the ground
I was learning how to fly

"A place can never replace a person,"

That's what you said to me
As you hugged my curvy frame
Against that door frame
Before I turned
to watch you leave

that night
started out with
a stolen kiss in his pick-up truck
ended with me clawing at a seat
and screaming at a reflection
that was faking actions and
sighing into her
heart and soul
listening to a voice that said

"He doesn't love you,"

as I began to sink into
a leather sea
and dreamed of becoming
a part of the upholstery
the only thing
that has ever
held me gently

I wish I had green eyes
Because you love them so
But instead i have ocean eyes
That help you stay afloat

But
I want you to sink
And become a part of me
Yes I have an ocean
But I want you to sink

Your eyes are so bold
A sea of deep
We both have ocean eyes
But one will sink
While the other floats

I’ve pulled men away from religion
as they sunk their teeth into my soul
gave them hope with every photo
as I simultaneously cut tiny holes

They called me Snowflake
so pretty but so cold
or maybe they called me
Snowflake

Because of the way I melt
so quick on their tongues
as I melt down their throat
and fill their empty soul

Her hips are the sun
Planets rotating around her axis
     falling off into black holes
         each time she loses Herself in those dark orbs
Those cursed humanoid black holes
That **** in her planets
Leaving nothing but a dying sun
But soon that is gone too
Leaving nothing but particles of stars
Thoughts never formed into words
But sung about
In other men's poetry
Creating worlds and words she spoke
That never existed in the first place
The Galaxy Woman
The myth that plays chords in men's delirious fantasies