Friday, January 26, 2024

the second time I wasn’t a Maxim model.

you dared to think 

you were deceiving 

your audience,

ego glistening like your 

oiled chest in a thirst 

trap, charming fallacy 

with basic façade


flashing lights!  “here

is my genuine character 

       

     I feel nothing.


I will save you if you

rate me using a score 

between one and ten.”


I dared to see your divine 

evolution, depths unfamiliar 

to men wallowing in the shallows

who do not seek the truth


      verity always floats.


I dared reflect on resonant 

hope, touched another time 

with my fingertips as 

they slid across your wet

skin, while the universe 

listened and kept score

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