Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Minor Blues

photo: Neely Johnson

There you are
In your usual jet black,
hunched-over back,
and haunting stare,
waiting for the next one to                   
test your approval.
Your eyes robotically scan every inch of my face
searching for that glint of desperation.
You leave me vulnerable at the threshold,
clueless to your thoughts:
sometimes you’re lovin’ me-
other times I’m turned down at my childish request.
For this isn’t a game adults play.

So I haven’t been completely honest,
Who is at first sight?
Either way, you’ll never know.
Just let me have a little fun ‘cause
my eyes are painted black
and I parted my hair on the side this time –
even my red pumps boost me up an inch.
All so I can fit the image of what you wanna see.

I won’t forget you
As you’ll forget me.
Your mark on my hand will stain for days:
A constant reminder
Telling myself to find another
but the night feels right when you nod towards me.
I could keep coming back for more:
An intoxicating partnership between you and I.
So I’ll be waiting on the line,
hoping I become one of your favorites.
Until the Day I no longer need your judgment,
and laugh at my anxiety
Once my bare eyes reach yours.

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