It may be news to some
That I am not that dumb
You say im not the brightest
But you havent even the slightest
The words from your mouth can deceive
But most find them hard to believe
Your words are always sour
You often abuse your power
But at least I can say
That I am not old and gray

With the glass of champagne
Still in your hand
You tell me that you're not afraid
Of death
Of dying
You ask me if I'm afraid
I sip the champagne
Death is something
I don't allow myself to think about
Finally I answer
No
No I'm not afraid of death
It's weird I haven't thought about it
Not before you
You look at me
Still holding the glass of champagne
You look good
You have some sort of magical eyes
Eyes that I'm not afraid to look into
You say
Most of us who have been feeling
Like we have been feeling
Are not afraid of death
Because somehow
We have already
Experienced it

Never have I heard someone
With a glass of champagne in their hand
Say something that intelligent
Something that life changing
I sip the champagne
And I smile

head
a gentle pillow of warmth

eyes
they see all

nose
i smell you

mustache
bristly

mouth
licking is fun

neck
supports all. when you are alone, remember the neck
also your breath goes through it

shoulders
supports all too

chest
houses your heart. thump thump

arms
movement is essential to life

stomach
gurgle gurgle i keep you alive

hips
sensual

thighs
muscley

kneecaps
battering rams

shins
easily hurt. vulnerable. i try to keep myself guarded but deep down i know i will open up to the next one, and the next, and the next......

ankles
they twist and turn, without fear of being judged

feet
given a bad rap

Words are what own me
You string together those letters in a way that controls me

Waiting for phrases laced with clause
Falling victim to a precondition that I never saw

You speak in tangled tongue
Twisted vines of a past coming undone
Linguistically speaking
The damage is done

"This one ain't about you"
He says trying to rescue his pride

"This one ain't about who?"
She says, smiling on the inside

"It's just me creating art! My tools to distract, to endear, to have fun."

"It's OK to think you are smart my love, but it's a fool who thinks all others are dumb"

"..."

Maybe some credit
Is far due
In saying
For I've ticked and tocked
And had people walk all over me

I'm still living proof
That I'm not just a goof
I probably can't do maths
My hands shake in class

I talk pretty big
my size is a twig

But understand this

If I go

You'll have zilch.

he finds her hang out
alone, with a phone indoors.
seduced by smart phone.