Do you see me?

Do you hear me?

Do you know me?

I’m not your porcelain doll

Your Sunday school princess

Or your homecoming queen

I am nothing like I seem

I’m the pedestal child

Seated high a top her glass stool

Desperate and longing to leap off

I’m the child with the cheerful smile

Painted with crimson sin

I’m the little girl with the big bright eyes

Lined in Black

I’m the baby with the soft voice

And the punk rock soul

I’m not your porcelain doll

Your Sunday school princess

Or your homecoming queen

I am nothing like I seem

Do you see me?

Goldilocks in fishnet stockings

Do you hear me?

The quiet child with the sharp tongue and sarcastic wit

I’m your virginal porn star

Soft pink lace and vibrators

I’m your obedient rebel

Park college graduate part anti-authority bitch

I’m your delicate flower

Bent over backwards and fucked on a Saturday night

I’m not your porcelain doll

Your Sunday school princess

Or your homecoming queen

I am nothing like I seem

I am More

I am More than the numbers

The numbers on the scale

The numbers on my jeans

More than the 9 digits the government uses to keep track of me

I am More

More than the number of men who have filled me

More than the number of degrees collecting dust in the attic

More than the numbers in my bank account or on my paycheck

More than the 5 digit zip code that informs the suits if I am rich or poor

I am More

More than the numbers our world uses to

Define us

Measure us

Categorize us

Divide us

I am More

More than the numbers that our society has determined can decide

If we are worthy

Worthy of Love

Worthy of Friendship

Worthy of a Job or a Home

Worthy of our own Existence

I am More

And I will not let the obsession with the numbers

Dictate how I feel about myself because

I am More than the numbers

Numbers can not measure or determine

My beauty

My value

My worth

My existence

I have a right to be MORE

Your love is sweet

The nectar of the gods

Pouring from the long glass of Dionysus

Let me taste you

Feel your pleasure fill my mouth

I am lost in the motion

To the sounds of your gentle moans

Your forceful thrusts

We make such pleasing music together

I’m addicted to your candy

Greedy and gluttonous I devour

Belly full and sweet tooth satisfied

I lay before you

Cover me in your creamy sugar

Bathe me in my addiction

I drop to my knees in prayer at your altar

Worshiping your wine

And the flask from which it pours

Oh my love

Part my lips and grant me sweet communion

The Lovers Tangle

My favorite place to sleep

Is in the lovers tangle

Sheets pulled down

The breeze from an open window

Cools the heated flesh

We are this moment

You and I

Skin pressed to skin

Chest to back

Limbs intertwined

Bodies indistinguishable shadows on the wall

We are one

You and I

Lost in a sea of sensation

Your breath against my back

My toes against your legs

Your hand splayed across my breast

The smell of pleasures highest peak fills the room

It is intoxicating

We are drunk

You and I

Time stands frozen

Words are whispered

Soft and soothing

Private and erotic

The world falls away

Movements still and voices fade

We meet in dreams

You and I

Wrapped in the lover's tangle

-EE Rabidue