is it me
or am i not an image to impress
another tear fell
this time, not yours
not mine either
but the future's i unguardedly held
in this dream of ever-after
tommorrow never comes
but the promise of now cuts half a day too long
whenever those unstoppable lips
too dreamy to notice
unveil truths, that i never dreamt told
surfaced,ingenuous details
you readily shared
slaps me to confusion
back to the alpha of my tabula-rasa
only this time, the sheet's not clear
but with traces of conviction erased unpurposedly
i am too intelligent
yet not worth the intellectual orgasm
or is it that you believe that orgasms are only for women
your pen stopped
ideas halted
stock-still
palsied? or frozen
what heat shall i give you
so you'd let it all flow
or am i the wrong mother
for your eggs to hatch crow
is my pencil too sharp?
i doubt!
his proves to be sharper
yet your drive to meet mine
never went as far as you shine for his
lips sealed
let's not verbally cross
let's not
for each time yours open
mine close, with words too many even for two ears