Street light Girl

My body is no longer a rock

twisting,

bending.

My insides became a fountain,

spouting only pure devotion to you.

Faking

fading

my skin was not my own

but rather

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

and you,

fueling the fire.

I stood,

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

within you,

or give more of myself to this hopeless cause.

No,

it is something else,

something that I am to new and fresh to understand.