Anxiety Slaying Vigilante
I have a paper due
Last Monday that isn’t quite out of the pen yet, and it’s laying on the desk like
A cancerous growth of my mind
Stress increased, end of the year rush
I can’t seem to think
Under-pressure of my very own
imperfections,
I’m so hard on myself sometimes it hurts
But you know that, Papi
While I recline on these
Black satin slick silk sheets of mine
I could care less about that particular assignment
Because he’s teaching me
Some sort of passionate secret of life
Trying to transfer
Knowledge
Through lips
Hips, thighs, hands caked with sweaty yearnings trying to wipe them off
onto other parts of the body
Eyes drunk with each other
Willing to let him take me out of insecurity
I can no longer hear dying cries and hopeless allies
On the other side of the world
NBC reports on subjects that don’t matter while there is a war
Going on at this exact moment in time inside border lines, scientific battle fields
The worst crusade of course
Is within ourselves, cut and pasted with images from magazines
Of anorexic models and expensive beauty
Is a product of the mindless
Sometimes I cry at the cruelness of the world
trapping monsters inside until it kills me with the vile hideousness of truth
the ugliness of it all disappears
When the lock clicks and he walks in
untying reminders and tearing off worries
like anxiety soaked garments
brassiere, lacy underwear
jean skirt, denim shorts
LA Dogers hat on the floor
When I’m willing to let him
Touch these curves and handle this lust so dangerous
Slice this demon out of me
Heart panting, rock hard against
so soft, scorching friction contact
Back-arching
Offering some sort of sacrifice
To this mocha skinned, dark eyed
Hardworking nine to five
Still smelling like sweat and gasoline one winged
Angel
Throwing his halo over the bedpost and leaving it to become
A vigilante warrior attempting to save this damsel in
Distress, undressed and
Please save me, baby
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