I snuck out, an audacious child
cracking open windows, slipping out at night
swearing and spitting, irrefutably wild
traipsed your backyard, just tonight.
Angry thing, confrontational, high or blind.
A girl like that is fired by spite
whatever she’s trying to find.
I smuggled my way into many hearts
thugs, poets, unpolished jewels
wore Goodwill or Gucci to play many parts
switching cliques, blond hair then black, and schools.
Relying on being wanted to keep that self defined.
A girl like that wears tit shirts too tight
Je ne sais quoi
All she finds.
I’ve ridden bareback, men and horses
reins and crop in my left hand, sky in the right.
Breaking the last wild impulses, guiding the courses.
Temptation whispers in the night
And our hips smack, and slap, and grind.
A woman like that is a phoenix, alight
And will learn from whatever she finds
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Posted by Bluemoon81 at 6:44 AM