Aren't we but soured young girls to the bored window shoppers glancing by?
Our skin firm and hearts sagging behind our sternums.
We'll bite our unkissed lips and unveil our thighs in pseudo-seductive pleas
for more than just pithy unimpressed glances.
But we still pluck your pennies from around our shoes,
pay not so much awarded to us, as lost to our wretchedness and hunger.
Oh, how we revel in your scent - imaginary though it is - you intangible dream of contact.
With hands and neck and back,
there to lure the moist chill from within our thinning bones.
We are sagging under the weight of our desperation,
under the longing for the spotlight carried in your eyes.
With our inadequate bosoms and our wet, unacknowledged winks
Suffocating and dizzy, the dampness of solitude is settling
into our mouths, palms, wombs and ears.
We crumble at the thought of touch.
We would chew our fingers to the bone and tear our breasts from our bodies
if only to replace the bitter coins scattered mockingly around our tired feet
for the sound of a heartbeat that is not our own.
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this sounds like a fancy "woe is me" looking for attention new poet style. This is my favorite subject, the incredible narcissism we writers all seem to suffer from. I've written many a poem about this very thing, if that's what this is about. This seems you, mockingly modeling a metaphor for how we love attention for our writing, and we hang like sad moths about a flame looking for it at this place. It is a source of great self-hatred for me that I even bother. But I do, I love for people to read my writing, and I love it even better when they comment on it. Damn, I wanna slap myself silly when I think about it. It's effing pathetic and I really should find something better to do. I think I'm getting closer to doing that and pieces like this are a great help. I think I'm ready to give the ol' penny bank a heave-ho...
I enjoyed the metaphor, but then, you're a shoe-in with your choice of subject. The title was quite odd, but an eye-catcher nonetheless.
Al
December 21, 2007
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