Hope you are a voyeur Hope you want to see What it truly means Be this human thing Offering my soul
I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted
I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold
What if I watched with no judgement or saw without shame, nurtured your essence behind drawn shades?
There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter
My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games
We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me
Not growing, dying That’s just simple facts Take a look at plants Nature’s info packs
Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I live a beautiful fantasy Standing before surging human seas Caught up in their own revelry Of my soul laid bare for all to se…
I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely
I might be self-absorbed But I’m not selfish I work on Myself Because that’s the best way For Me to help Us
I’m just looking for An open invitation To bathe you in love
To see the best of me Play a symphony That moves my feet