Underwear
Untasted Fruit
Underwear
say something safe for the telephone screeners
she makes you crawl
she makes you feminine
shave them legs...
you're out of control
like the sidewalk patrol?
be careful not to trip,
red lights flashing obscenely
in the background...
say something cute for the stenographers notes
she makes you cringe
she makes you devilish
spread them legs...
Untasted Fruit
With two words,
and many more prepared to follow
you crushed my spirit
I'm his whore, his lover, his friend
and similar experiences are with you
You betrayed me
I know my worth,
us an untasted fruit knows her value lies
merely in decoration
Understanding is my forte,
a foundation to thought,
sought and captured... cheap talents
these may prove to be
At least I'm his something
At least I can say that I am his thoughts,
his heart, his whore
Pennies paid because love wouldn't
suffice as payment, the stakes were lowered
at your cost
Unworthy of your shadow,
yet it resembles me,
for I am dark, empty,
and only the absence of where light is
I give as much as light as does a
fragile lamp
I give only to receive the pleasure of gratitude
from these placid smiling faces.
Remains of scattered you;
At least there is something I can belong to at last
