To want new experiences,
But to live in a body that resists,
To be tyrannized by a mind that questions.
An empathic chameleon desperate to please and to impress,
I stand on the street corner with choices
Between sexual debauchery
And intense sensuality,
But my drunken, bloated body resists.
My mind complains that I'm too pregnant with bodily horrors
To please back.
I have to please, to know that pleasure has been reciprocated.
I took a step toward my temporary home instead.
Tonight, I'd please myself with rest
By stepping away from the pressure to choose,
In and of itself a choice.
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PoetryI'm posting this looking for some feedback. Any constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated. Writing has always provided me with solace, by helping me to sort through and frame my emotional experience. During one of the more difficult times...
