THIS IS PART OF EDNA's "randyhornbag" EROTICA SERIES
(and a learned one too!)

*****
dildas
dildat
dildamus
dildatis
dildant

the latin class held its breath
the teacher must be a ****
or just spaced out on quaaludes
and then Miss explained
"dildare* is the verb "to have fun
by yourself" and remember girls
it takes the accusative case
as in "ave sandra, vulvam tuam hodie dildam"+

Soothing smile radiating with hope
Warrior’s heart beating with courage
Countless veins flowing with life
Fearless eyes burning with passion
Shoulders carrying the universe
Arms wishing they were wings
Reaching out to the sky
Reflecting the white moonlight
Listing to the roaring wind
Seeing the world out of that window
Sky sparks fading into my eyes
Deep down into my universe
Lighting up the void within me
Bringing light to my dark twisted reflection
Embodiment of hatred and malice
Part of me born off year’s torture
Part of me that would never leave me rest
Part of me that I can hear and feel its laughs echoing inside of me
Pitch black reflection of me
****** rivers running down his eyes
Writing down his tale for me to read
For him to bare, and not to be shared
Covering my ears as I shout in pain
Body drained out of life crying fatigued from all the pains in life
Yet the laughter never stops
Slowing drowning in my dream
Following the sounds, following the laughs
Darker and darker, colder and colder
So much hate, so much pain
Shouts echoing but no one hears me
Heart dying from all these emotions
Found myself in dark room with a mirror
I see myself standing  
Laughing in so much pain, agony
I placed my hand, and so did it on the mirror
I got closer, and so did it
I see his face and eyes and I feel my mind shattering
For he was crying for me
For he was my pain living inside of me
For was everything I trapped inside of me
Yet he felt sorry for me, and laughed for me
For his world is a storm
For his world is me

When I look at you and realize
somewhere in the clockwork of my heart
I still lose a second for you.

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.