Fucking Beautiful-Stephanie Dore
Fucking Beautiful
By Stephanie Dore
Obsession with beauty; mine not yours. Am I? To who? When? It’s gone.
I come out in dim lighting, so you can see me better; the sun holds me down like hand on head on cock.
Let them look at your legs. Watch their eyes: A distraction, a confirmation, a sigh of relief.
For a minute, an hour, unsustainable never.
Watch their eyes.
Watch their eyes.
Watch their eyes.
Close my eyes and put me to sleep.
So restless, consumed. Consume me so I’ll believe again.
Forget it’s not about that because it is. About that.
Copyright C 2007 Stephanie Dore