sex object. not afraid of the words.
I've used many objects for the sake of sex.
in fact my body has been pretty disposable-
I don't really mind it being used as
an "it" or a "thing" or a "that"
I've been cataloged and numbered-
like a returned book.
none of this is new to me.
but when my mind becomes saturated
with the secret darkness of manipulation
and it is slimy with half-truths
and unbelievably trite poetics.
forgive me, but this I will not stand for.
use me up and leave me out in heat.
but leave my poor mind, in tact.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
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ReplyDelete(Ever heard of a mind-fuck?) ;)
Interesting perspective the disconnection of mind and body to keep some salvation. Evocative write ~ Rose
ReplyDeleteI agree with Eric. A mind-fuck is just as important. I also agree that I am not bothered by my body being used as an it, or a thing. I find it powerfully stimulating to be "used" in a passionate need. Manipulated is another matter. Slimy half truths are sorry excuses for transparency. And now we've come full circle back to mind-fuck!
ReplyDeleteWell done poem, and an interesting response to the prompt. Good one, Amy!
ReplyDeleteSo raw and open like a wound! I liked it :D
ReplyDeleteSad. The poor object is a witness to the baser qualities of humans. I like the way you've brought it out.
ReplyDeleteI like the combination of emotions... How you seem relaxed with so much, but then really says 'enough' when someone tries to f*ck with your mind. Powerful read! I really like it!
ReplyDelete;) thanks!
ReplyDeleteoh yes to this. yes yes yes.
ReplyDeleteDana :)
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