Erotic

she walks gracefully
uncurling, dancing on the air
with the earth beneath her feet

she dances like  a sylph
pilfering the hearts from our breasts
she's a diva, she's a minx

she sings like an angel
pours her heart out in her voice
such sadness here
she's like a dynamo
she's erotic

she is the ultimate thief
she takes away our realities
replaces them with her own
such a sick and twisted mindscape
she'll laugh when we scream
she's magic

she has no conscience
she takes and takes and takes
raking us over the coals for giving

she has no name
but she beguiles us
she has no rhyme or reason
but she can
so she does  

she runs like the wind
she laughs like crystalline song
she's beautiful but she hates herself
she hates everything  that makes her desirable
she's a mystery
even to herself

she knows herself intimately,
and she knows herself figuratively
she is her own best friend
and her dreams are of passion's ashes

she knew what to say once
now she doesnt
now she's afraid to say
afraid to ask, afraid to know
but she desires knowledge
thirsts for it like water
she's too bold to be shy
too shy to be bold
she's a contradiction
she's erotic
she's a dancer

her words are cautious
and nobody knows who she really is
she's an enigma
an ethos
she's an influence on life
but she's afraid

she wishes she were beautiful
in mind as well as body
like the curling steam from a glass of jasmine tea
she wishes she were beautiful

she wants to be loved
not an object, not wanted
she's a seductress
she's sad


(c) 2012