Think By Design

Tell me what I want to hear and leave out painful truth.

Whisper sweet into my ear and speak not tales of thorns and nails,
or the approach of murderous feet, but call them now a lover’s treat,
a gentle sweep through soft, sweet blades of grass.

Look at me with eager eyes that ignite and fire my deep desire.
Trace a line along my skin, a practice stroke, razor-thin,
marking the lies of my demise while I shudder and soak them in.

Lay my head upon your breast, delight me with your sweet caress.
Pour your honey on my tongue and draw your blade across my throat,
mix my blood with air and sweat and honey – my ignorance is still bliss.

My life will drain, numb to pain, hunger seduced by deadly comfort.
I’ll barely know my suffocation, never encounter my violation.
And choke my last breath with your name still dripping from my lips.

And you’ll dance in the night and drink to my madness.

I want to do it my own way!
It doesn’t matter what you say.
I do not care about the cost,
or other things that might be lost.
Yes, it’s selfish. Yes, its rude.
If you were like me, you would, too!

Sometimes I’m crazy, and sometimes a fool.
I’m likely to trip and perhaps even drool.
My mouth has a space that just fits my foot.
My plans go awry and then groan “kaput”.
Through all of my clumsiness, please don’t despair!
I’ll love you forever and always be there.

I live inside my head. It’s where I work and play.
I use my eyes to see the world, or push it all away.
My ears sit right there on each side to catch a passing sound,
and when I want to change the scene, I push my feet around.

I also have a nose that works to tell me what’s nearby.
It warns me when there’s smoke or stink or something tasty to try.
It helps my mouth and toungue as they identify my food.
I also use my mouth to speak, though my words aren’t always good.

I have these things called arms and hands that let me touch and feel.
They sometimes hurt or help or build, and sometime even heal.
They let me come outside my head and move my world around.
They let me hug and break and bend, or make a fist to pound.

I live inside my head. “How lonely!”, you might say.
It’s not so bad, so lonely, so sad. It’s where I work and play!