Lion In A Coma (Flannel Princess)

Studying your neckline turns eyes into cement mixers
They twirl in stimulating bliss from the vision before it

I know you notice

but do you care?

I'd kiss your wrists so my lips could taste the pulse running through your veins

... would you spare me that moment

Your words (spoken and written)

Thrilling

Your clothes (your own or borrowed)

Rousing

Your drive (present and future)

Inspiring 

Your morals (taught or formed)

Exhilarating

All of this,

when lingered on for too long inside a man's consciousness becomes...

Dangerous

Bone

Adam waited for his Eve.
He waited 21 years, searching through the Ellens, 
and the Ediths and Emmas.
Looking at them briefly, but always letting them pass by.


He waited patiently for his bone,
the rib she would one day give him.
Though his side ached and his heart sank
he waited in faith.


When his Eve came he rejoiced, 
and he turned his every focus towards his love.
Every thought became consumed with her.
Every inch of his being ready to serve the one he waited for.


But she wouldn't give him his rib.
Or even an extra moment of her time.
Eve told her Adam that she hadn't found him yet,
that she didn't want to find him.


While Adam sat restlessly
Eve jumped for joy.
"My Adam won't come for five or ten years,"
she proclaimed.


Adam kept trying to gain his Eve's attention,
to no avail.
So he gave up,
leaving his rib in the body of innocent cynicism.


Between five and ten years later
(If I were a betting man I would say closer to ten years,
this Eve was jarringly stubborn)
she became ready to find her lifelong lover.


She searched through the Alexs, 
and the Aubreys and Andrews.
Briefly flirting with each one,
but finding her rib not fit in their ribcages.


After a long trek filled with loneliness and despair
Eve died, alone.
The bone that wasn't her own 
punctured her stomach.


In the City of Zion
she walked through the masses.
One day Eve bumped into a man,
the man who once proclaimed himself to be her Adam.


As he stood in the filled city street
(with his good friend St. Thomas, 
I might add)
She asked him how he died.


He replied,
"suffocation",
then walked away,
ready to be comforted in the arms of his eternal lover.

It's easy to say you're waiting for the right person when you think you already know who the person is, and are just waiting to reel her in.

Stilted Growth

I use to eat my heart out whenever I wanted

But the motion proved prosaic

The feeling stale, yet still longed for 

I abandoned the craving

Plotting out a lucid self in replacement

To service what I will someday covet wholly 

That covet schemed against me

Hardening what ought not be hardened

Testing my will, my all

Though the fantasy was present

Discernment shackled it back

Defending the mind that cries out in lust too often

Bad Dialogue

I keep thinking about your lips
and how happy I make you feel
...in thought


Reality, someday, maybe