With slight of hand and clumsy feet
The sweet child proves in turn to be cunning
A geisha with wings of titanium
And an infallible mind like a steel trap
Softness and affection mask ambition
Intelligence in quantities considered obscene
But lust is absent in the never-ceasing action
My desires include a meeting of the minds
Simple conversation, a discourse on art
All in the pursuit of bettering one’s mind
And yes, physical proximity is paramount
But for what purpose, love?
Perspiration may be created by all kinds of effort
The most genuine and purposeful of which
Is shuffling papers with mind racing
Energy devoted primarily to accomplishment
Maximum output due to extreme coordination
Perhaps pathologically so.
My repetitive motion is completed mindlessly
I observe simultaneous thrill and loss
Gears grind to a halt.
Blame it on operator error if you wish
Or on the impotence of this world to excite
Better to err on the mechanical side
But she feels, bleed, loves and aches
She can do all things logical
In this her confidence has never wavered
So assume the position of authority
Blither through each moment like a man
She worships your multi-faceted perfection
And in so doing she rules the world.
11 August 2008
Romance
Through the looking glass we have so frequently traveled
You and I, but never together
We have always held the hand of another
An equally beautiful
Ideal and infatuating companion.
In what capacity do you sense
The warmth of my hand in yours?
Breathing on my cheek as you do,
The unique sonority of your voice
Will certainly be difficult
To eradicate from my memory.
Perhaps this journey we are making is useless,
Made separately many times previous
And yet our childish affections drive us to it.
I attempt to have hope, and to swallow it simultaneously
My heart has the tendency to greatly inform my mind
And my mind creates consequences my heart cannot endure.
In my modern and relative existence,
In spite of my self-awareness
I continually seek definition
From him, her, the obvious choice,
Or from indispensable you.
This talk of gray areas has the power to exhaust
And the blurry world is beautiful even in the dark
So I shall request only this,
That you delicately handle, like an egg
My often fragile heart
Show to me the colors of everything under the sun.
You have the power to illuminate the tranquil euphoria
Ever-present in a timid heart like mine
She needs nothing more complicated or troublesome
Than the sight of her reflection in your glassy eyes.
You and I, but never together
We have always held the hand of another
An equally beautiful
Ideal and infatuating companion.
In what capacity do you sense
The warmth of my hand in yours?
Breathing on my cheek as you do,
The unique sonority of your voice
Will certainly be difficult
To eradicate from my memory.
Perhaps this journey we are making is useless,
Made separately many times previous
And yet our childish affections drive us to it.
I attempt to have hope, and to swallow it simultaneously
My heart has the tendency to greatly inform my mind
And my mind creates consequences my heart cannot endure.
In my modern and relative existence,
In spite of my self-awareness
I continually seek definition
From him, her, the obvious choice,
Or from indispensable you.
This talk of gray areas has the power to exhaust
And the blurry world is beautiful even in the dark
So I shall request only this,
That you delicately handle, like an egg
My often fragile heart
Show to me the colors of everything under the sun.
You have the power to illuminate the tranquil euphoria
Ever-present in a timid heart like mine
She needs nothing more complicated or troublesome
Than the sight of her reflection in your glassy eyes.
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