What does it mean to be vulnerable?
Stripped of all armor I walk naked to the street.
Fully permeable.
Pliable.
Like a dollop of paint in want of a brush.
Like soup in want of a spoon.
If you swallow me whole, you may spit me out.
If I tumble into light, will I find my entirety,
Or will I discover my downfall?
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And it will change me, all this. Will build up walls and break them down.
Will surround this heavy heart with battements and thorn tipped leaves.
Will then pluck them away, one at a time, savoring the small piece of my whole that sits at their base. Slowly. Curiously.
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3 comments:
And if you swallow me whole, you may shit me out.
I become your body's burden; with my expulsion you experience great release.
The difference between swallowing and tasting. Taste to tease; swallow to please? Or displease.
Trying to taste exactly as you wish,
I though I could be anything for you,
But found myself in your swollen gut
And knew I was not light
Your pallet overwhelmed,
And escaping my full-bodied flavor,
You lose yourself in air filled Crudités,
Looking for substance on a menu of lighter fare
Always searching,
probing for a feeling.
My gypsy child
A stunted paint brush
in want of the dyes
with which to color your world.
Potent and powerful,
colorful yet unitile
I wait,
I crave the cradle of your brush.
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