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[Sep. 10th, 2008|12:40 am]
in media res
if i am unable to breach
the footholds
the rest of them were
born to climb...
if it's over and done,
and the illusion of eden
dried up and died,
i go on.
singing siren songs,
luring their husbands
from quaint maritial beds.
(they said, they said--)
it's a sin with a price
you didn't consider.
an apple's a promise you'll
regret you ever delivered.
but take it from me,
i am not the agressor.
it's my hips,
my hips, fitting themselves
to lies and making
truth out of the taboo.
it's the hues
of harlots and whores.
we use them
to adorn ourselves:
i paint my lips red and then
they can smell it on me,
these women--
it's war.
i might ruin thier lives. well
i say our lives
start out that way.
we come naked into the day,
and blind,
begin preaching clarity.
when instead we should
learn to crave the fray.
i exist in that place,
and i am not afraid
to sing a song that means 'undone'
to let my hips sing along
and paint my name across
his tongue.

(i go on, i go on.)
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[User Picture]From: tangled_kisses
2008-09-10 08:02 pm (UTC)
i love this. <3
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