- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Ungrown
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That sneer on your face
does nothing to endear me.
Words spew from your yellow teeth
telling a story your eyes show me
you’ve told before. To many
you wear the mask of tough.
The cracks on your face, the way
you fling your arms out as if
giving a sermon, the lack of fluff
around your sentences,
they’re tells. I know
your thoughts before they have noise.
Your nostrils flare with the distain
you speak, mine with the scent
of blood and bones you shattered.
It’s palpable to me, the shattering.
The camera flash has no need
to brighten your stark reality. To me
every deed glares from the pores
of your work stained hands, the
infuriated fingers that gouged
and grappled, determined to take
down the withering mass before you.
What I don’t understand, is why
the alpha in you needed to go that far.
You are human, but decency
had no part in your unequal dog fight.
- COMMENTS
Levitating_Bedover 4 years agoI'm not sure I truly set much stock in the idea of "alpha" or "beta". I personally think there's more there there for folks who can be flexible enough to ask what any given situation might require, and how approaching it might serve their own needs, as well as, perhaps at least occasionally, the needs of others.
It is always fascinating to me though, the men who choose to project and inhabit that ideal. And equally so, the women who are attracted to them, sometimes even to their detriment.
Thanks for this poem. I hope you keep writing.
