Teach Me To Be Smooth
you are so beautiful,
a strut legged piece of swagger,
an eight ball in the pocket
of your choosing.
each day I slip
into an emotional involvement,
a critical situation, and you say
I should relax and always a
damn girl, you are too intense
and I ask for your frosty demeanor,
a touch of smirk, a sensual sideways
glance, or some contempt,
that I might place, like plastic,
on my always too eager optimism,
open betrayals of myslf & opinions
that possibly disappeared with…
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Posted on December 15, 2009 at 9:34pm — 5 Comments