Monday, October 12, 2009

LISTEN DON'T HEAR

You can't look at me with your toxic eyes; they burn...
as they enter me by surprise, whispering words I can't discern.
You deceive me with your prolonged stare and disrobe me of my virtue.
I repeat, I repeat, 'this isn't fair,' but you say 'I already heard you.'

Then your fingertips - whose rough texture confirms your manhood -
gently graze my sweaty palm, so that my fear is understood.
Your dark and intense gaze roams freely, reveling in my mercy...
you hear my words through quivering lips; you hear 'you make me thirsty.'
With just your eyes, you drown me, and I'm praying you don't hurt me...
I tell myself you can't control me, but its too late now: you heard me.