Posing for me with just subtle moves that flash before me quickly,

Illustrating an effigy of a flowing god personified,

Withstanding winds and rain only barely, by the rope that is tied around my neck,

Only the statue is blind, so what I am is a savior, not a slaughtering lesbian,

Through a burnt out, lost tyrannical society, I’ve survived,

With every ounce of love and admiration, burned into a broach that is worn about my throat,

I never sleep for I wait in the trenches of every dreaming child’s mind,

Beyond that realm I suck myself into a vacuum beyond reason,

As I’ve never known what not to do, I’m truly free, no matter what I find,

I force myself to hate the entity that binds my Loving nature,

I want so badly to love the flower that blooms only once in a lifetime,

Girls have taken so much from me, but I never had a chance,

I’m too vapid too see through myself and find that boy as a perennial.