Post by floetryspades on Jul 13, 2007 6:56:39 GMT -8
My body is in full bloom
from the roots of my hair
to the leaves of my skin
and the gloss of my lips -- moist with vaseline
chocolate mahogany --- my vulnerable virginity,
as it dangles like a worm on a hook
above the shark infested streets of Mississippi
So I let him swim circles and squares around me
like a shark in open water
and somewhere within the geometry
of our parallel bodies
I wondered if I should surrender
to the guilty conscience on my shoulder
telling me to make friends
Because to the rhythm of his hips
danced the worm on a hook
like an Indian snake to a flute
I was vulnerable
And we would've made a perfect square,
if the stars were aligned, and I had a taste for cigarettes,
but algebra is a tax on the brain
and geometrically
he and I are on a separate plane
From the dangling limbs of my statuesque body
to the leaves of my skin that sway
like poetry in motion against the wind
I am in full bloom
Is love free? Sugar-free? Does it taste of candy?
is it seasoned with the gloss of my lips
and tenderized by the constant pounding
to the constant rhythm
of his hips
does it leave you full once you're empty inside?
are you aware of what's at stake?
I'm aware that he's poison; I know he's HIV positive
because I heard it through the grapevine and vines don't lie
I've searched for X, I've solved for Y
still nothing adds up; nothing is no longer enough
yeah, I'm too old to have never been touched
And I've howled to the winds in solitude
because I know what's at stake
he wasn't man enough to share his thoughts
and I wasn't man enough to share his fate
so from ashes to ashes
he'll scatter the disease
let it ebb and flow through a breeze
like poetry in motion; like from person to person
and I might be crying for him, but I'll stop short of dying for him
So I drew a line between us
I drew lines and then he colored outside them
he colored as close as he could get
and our axis of symmetry
separating two halves that would never be
could never be
whole
from the roots of my hair
to the leaves of my skin
and the gloss of my lips -- moist with vaseline
chocolate mahogany --- my vulnerable virginity,
as it dangles like a worm on a hook
above the shark infested streets of Mississippi
So I let him swim circles and squares around me
like a shark in open water
and somewhere within the geometry
of our parallel bodies
I wondered if I should surrender
to the guilty conscience on my shoulder
telling me to make friends
Because to the rhythm of his hips
danced the worm on a hook
like an Indian snake to a flute
I was vulnerable
And we would've made a perfect square,
if the stars were aligned, and I had a taste for cigarettes,
but algebra is a tax on the brain
and geometrically
he and I are on a separate plane
From the dangling limbs of my statuesque body
to the leaves of my skin that sway
like poetry in motion against the wind
I am in full bloom
Is love free? Sugar-free? Does it taste of candy?
is it seasoned with the gloss of my lips
and tenderized by the constant pounding
to the constant rhythm
of his hips
does it leave you full once you're empty inside?
are you aware of what's at stake?
I'm aware that he's poison; I know he's HIV positive
because I heard it through the grapevine and vines don't lie
I've searched for X, I've solved for Y
still nothing adds up; nothing is no longer enough
yeah, I'm too old to have never been touched
And I've howled to the winds in solitude
because I know what's at stake
he wasn't man enough to share his thoughts
and I wasn't man enough to share his fate
so from ashes to ashes
he'll scatter the disease
let it ebb and flow through a breeze
like poetry in motion; like from person to person
and I might be crying for him, but I'll stop short of dying for him
So I drew a line between us
I drew lines and then he colored outside them
he colored as close as he could get
and our axis of symmetry
separating two halves that would never be
could never be
whole
