I am poison to soft hands
Moisturizer to those who ask for their hair to be pulled
You looked at my scraped knuckles and immediately pounced
Half of my wardrobe in your closet after two days
But, Jesus, you couldn’t have been more wrong
Flash
About the money, the persona, the hybrid intelligence
Flash
And you try and change me to fit your gutter judgments
Boom
I am poison to the opposite of decency
My boots are not for licking or tromping
They are for walking lightly uphill and sometimes dancing
I hope to hell you find some sort of partner that fucks with
their eyes closed
And, Jesus, you could be worth a second glance
Flash
The beauty, the charm, the way you move with grace
Flash
And I try to change you to fit my better judgments (don’t
look at me)
Boom
Seeing you later would only prolong the annoyance
Opposites attract....yeah, opposites attract tonight
Opening lines are stellar:
ReplyDeleteI am poison to soft hands
I am poison to the opposite of decency
I like the boom towards the end, yeah I am giving in ~
Lovely to read you Corey ~ Hope you are enjoying the summer ~
Are you my first husband?
ReplyDeleteHaha! I enjoy reading the commentary your poems inspire as much as the poems themselves. I always admire your authentic voice - this could be someone we know... and there is a brutal honesty. I imagine these words as thought rather than spoken aloud (though I may be wrong). Certainly the attraction of opposites makes sense to those suffering the attraction as little as it does to an observer.. But there you have it. If they change, the attraction is lost; if they don't the relationship could die a miserable death.
ReplyDeleteSome relationships of opposites work well and balance each other. Others, as you describe, are volatile and perhaps dangerous. I love how the stanzas echo each other. This was a delicious read!
ReplyDeleteaaaahhhhh I SAID DON'T LOOK AT ME!
ReplyDeletelove this, love it. such truthy goodness. yes!