GirlgoyleGirlgoyle9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a seam in new poured concrete
will not move for you
inside my tongue is a muscle-red tack
pinning words at the base of my throat
i can neither swallow
press your boot into me, i will not break
i am stronger than your leathered heel
and the barbed foot inside
you took your sock off to gag me,
a useless motion
you cannot silence a stone
LustI lust after the girls that look like boysLust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the girls that look like women.
I lust after the girls with injuries
Hoping to play nurse to their brave soldier.
I lust after the girls in the outrageous dresses.
The centre of attention. All eyes on them.
And I lust after the girls in the corner.
Quiet, shy, retiring.
Girls with glasses and low self-esteem.
As beautiful as the girls dancing on tables.
I lust after the girls who aren't into girls.
And I lust after the girls who don't know I am.
I lust after the girls in the pubs.
And the girls in the clubs.
I lust after the girls in my classes.
And the girls that I catch a glimpse of.
In the street and in corridors.
Girls with long hair, short hair.
Dyed, natural, none at all.
Girls of the world. I love you all.