you cant compete with her
'cause i like her,
and unlike her, complete you are.
a finished piece, finite.
I rub her, at will, and reposition her.
a perfect blend of intellect and ignorance.
her perfectness intricate enough
to make me laugh about my impotence
she blows my mind
with those lips that speak my silent languages.
when my heart's violent she lies calm, under my arm,
her weightless head rests over my heart
she understands the vibrant sullenness
in it. It soothes my hurt conditions.
when i need you i need her more.
after your kiss i need a moment
with her. An urge to rub that magic lamp and bring her out;
the other woman i dream about.
You cant be shelved with her.
selfish, it may make
you, but i swore myself to her
She's a part of me, the me you say you love.
''Art is a jealous mistress..''