Street light Girl
My body is no longer a rock
My insides became a fountain,
spouting only pure devotion to you.
my skin was not my own
a lose canon of raspberry lips,
and pink flesh meant to stand by you.
Milt away my own eyes!
So I can see with yours, and not be so blinded.
A revolting display of revolution
fueling the fire.
inside your parapet,
yet out of myself.
What is it that this plane withdrawal feeling wishes of me?
It could not be to lose more of myself
or give more of myself to this hopeless cause.
it is something else,
something that I am to new and fresh to understand.