And perhaps it's merely a phenomenon that
slipped out from the societal womb after the men were born
That brainwashed millions of little girls who
wanted to make Daddy Happy
But here untouched I am as good
as a pool of stagnant water that
festers slowly in an orange sun
What good is my soft skin if it doesn't please another?
What good is the valley of my waist rising
to meet the hip if the only hand that touches
it is my own in absent minded thought?
Waiting Waiting staying Awake
For the sake of dreaming with
open eyes the dreary company
of a man who exists in less than
two dimensions trapped in my