Spreads
his hands in the open with his eyes closed
Glides
and then wobbles like a three-legged animal
A
caricature he describes as a gesture of attention
She
on the other hand researches all her targets
She
hates to sleep with one side of her bed empty
She
picks and strikes where her trade is unknown
A
feat she describes as a mirror of self-persuasion
Although
the desperation in his eyes is barely fragile
His
fruitless mission is to own and build them a home
An
offer that has been denied a thousand times over
By
the same hoochies he meets every now and then
She
gives solace to quench the thirst of hungry loins
The
very thing she sacredly vowed to keep from lions
Has
created an identity conundrum that is acceptable
In
her eyes but uncanny to her cronies and outsiders
He's
still at large with his eyes on the empty trophies
Begging
his incompatible angels for an ocean of time
To
reshuffle the same cards that are currently in use
As
his days of hunt-and-devour are over and done with
Now
that she's taken her battle where she can see it
She
gossips those who once sought refuge in her nest
A
premeditated tirade to discredit everyone of them
When
the secret of her conquests finally comes out
Dedicated To Everyone
We All Have A Beauty That Is Still Blurry To Many
