Vulnerable

So I play games in my
Head assuming roles of 
You and I wish we were
One floating feather away 
On currents masking our 
Life Red Sea as I stare  
Into your eyes yesterday
Yesterday begins to bleed 
Tears tomorrow will soon 
Come to cry I feel nothing the
Cold hard stare into oblivion
Is the name I call myself the mask
I choose to never remove tattooed
To my existence a heart that lives in
The palm of my hand stroked as with
Self gratification I’m satisfied making 
Love to my own mind orgasmic
Mental states achieved although we’re
Clothed in my naked dreams 
Funny lovers stumbling
Through fornicated mental 
Acts baptized poetic verses whisk 
Away my love me this tinted 
Hearse is stealing my soul to a watery
Grave save my heart from your
Tainted curses hold me shattered
Pieces cut deep away my outer
Skin fleshy insides exposed to her
Smiling suns broken toes and all
Unable to move to run out I 
Can’t breathe so I cry with 
No sound I’m not one to shed
Tears that run down cheeks I 
Write them tiny legs so they
Hold track meets on paper 
Thin sheet feeling torn with 
No effort I’ve licked clean
Blood from these wounds
Have healed No more 
Never again
No more

Copyright © Lyndell Cadasse | Year Posted 2007

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