TOO MANY PEOPLE ARE SLEEPING IN OUR BED

You pierce my skin with your intellectual rambling
Man, reflection of my moon-child
Father of my love child
Bearing me gifts of deliverance
You mother me
Smother me with layers
Of heartache

Am I like her?
Tell me

Drawing romantic notions with
Siren songs
Castrating you like your father did
When he told you
Men don’t cry
And only faggots have women as friends

Am I too strong for you?

Since I don’t suffer from penis envy
Or devour you hungrily with brutal pussy lips
My celibacy a reminder of your mother’s own decay

Am I like her?

Warning you against going blind if you
Spank the monkey one more time?
Tell me
What makes you want me in one breath
Only to turn the other cheek away from me when it’s all over?

Am I really like her?

Your eye candy
Bleached blond ambition
Trophy to your cause
Too pretty to love you
Too smart to care?

Go on baby
It’s ok to admit that you too
Were hurt and scared
Walked over and played
Abused by packages all prettily tied up
Only to find that unwrapping love
Led to too many people sleeping in your bed
Then leaving you to die from unseen wounds

Man, the journey is too short to eat so many sweets
That you have forgotten how to feel!
Let go, inhale me in
And I will fill you.
 

© Chandis