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Anxiety Slaying Vigilante

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Anxiety Slaying Vigilante

I have a paper due
Last Monday that isn’t quite out of the pen yet, and it’s laying on the desk like
A cancerous growth of my mind
Stress increased, end of the year rush
I can’t seem to think
Under-pressure of my very own
			I’m so hard on myself sometimes it hurts
				But you know that, Papi
While I recline on these
Black satin slick silk sheets of mine

I could care less about that particular assignment
Because he’s teaching me
Some sort of passionate secret of life
Trying to transfer 
Through lips
Hips, thighs, hands caked with sweaty yearnings trying to wipe them off
onto other parts of the body
Eyes drunk with each other

Willing to  let him take me out of insecurity
I can no longer hear dying cries and hopeless allies 
On the other side of the world
NBC reports on subjects that don’t matter while there is a war
Going on at this exact moment in time inside border lines, scientific battle fields 
                                       The worst crusade of course
Is within ourselves, cut and pasted with images from magazines
Of anorexic models and expensive beauty
Is a product of the mindless
          Sometimes I cry at the cruelness of the world
trapping monsters inside until it kills me with the vile hideousness of truth
                the ugliness of it all disappears
                     When the lock clicks and he walks in
                           untying reminders and tearing off worries
                                like  anxiety soaked garments
                                     brassiere, lacy underwear
                                          jean skirt, denim shorts
                                             LA Dogers hat on the floor

When I’m willing to let him
Touch these curves and handle this lust so dangerous
                                                                          Slice this demon out of me 
Heart panting, rock hard against
so soft, scorching friction contact
Offering some sort of sacrifice
To this mocha skinned, dark eyed
Hardworking nine to five
Still smelling like sweat and gasoline one winged
Throwing his halo over the bedpost and leaving it to become
A vigilante warrior attempting to save this damsel in 
		Distress, undressed and
			Please save me, baby

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