Around the corner the woman comes like a bomb
And she is unpredictable,
With inexplicably beautiful eyes,
Eyes which give to contact,
Eyes which glow with pain and
Volcanic fury,
Volcanic understanding,
.
She articulates new words and makes cookies
And
You swear you were ok but
You want to fu** her like a thunderstorm,
You want the full sin of the gripping flesh while all the while
You can’t “make out” like you used to
‘Cause the love is gone —
.
There is no “girlfriend”
There is no laughing and
She
Just like you
Is floating around in fear,
Practicing facial expressions against blank walls and
Just feeling more, maybe,
Like an ideal of a boy playing a Rubik’s Cube at the
Bottom of a well.