Fuck this very zoo
Where captivity drives you
To regret your eyes
Born for a time such as this
You have been called up
Equal in this pen
Harken back now to the days
‘fore you suffered snakes
Original Inspiration Credit:
“The determination of thy will shall be yielded to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee.”
– Genesis 3:16
“[F]or if you remain silent at this time…you and your family will perish…who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?”
– Esther 4:14
Closed my eyes to see
Broad daylight, which God ordained
That mystified me
Walk first, if you must
Though eyes downcast, chin up, love
Always, your chin up
Where, perfection, do you dwell
If not in the touch of one who loves me well
In the curiosity contained within the eyes
Of the soul searching, undisguised
For the compass contained within my center
For permission granted for which to enter
I know this night
Allow me to define
Temperature just right
Songbirds dancing in the dusk
A perfect ambiance
I know this night well, I say!
Yet still unready to admit
The aloneness of it
The how I see clearly
The what that she has that I should have
Trepidation as stars begin their show
Is all the what that I have
My big, demure eyes
My young, smooth skin
I’d trade her for her treasure
Then maybe in the mirror see
Somebody you love
My eyes stay on her
My third-eye coach at third base
My queen, my conscience
What’s been in our window’s way, I don’t know
How many promising nights did we wait
Sun gracing each season’s skies through the years
That’s what they claimed all those arduous days
But our eyes didn’t see
What our skin didn’t feel
Now comes the end, so the calendar sings
Belt it out here, with me
Not a song that tells you you’ve got to go home
Instead check the window sign
You’re not alone
I see you tucked away, there in the corner of this epic adventure.
A stowaway undermining, under the guise of love and concern.
I come for inspection, to work, and for respite every couple of days and we lock eyes.
With your back to me, and a mirror before you, I watch you watch me plead hello.
There’s a reason you do not respond to my greetings until the awkwardness becomes too thick to ignore me anymore.
You’re stealing and hoarding and leveraging me and what’s mine.
The awesome view from on high.
The space I’ve created to just be.
The aura I emit.
My ample supply of lust and cinnamon breakfast cereal.
My apathy in attending properly to it all.
Until yesterday, when the doorman warned me, so gracefully, you must go.
More precisely that I must say to you.
When you’re here, you’re not yourself, thus this means it’s time.
The Welcome sign at my doorstep you’ve taken far too far, my friend….
It was never meant for you, you know, I see.
Sin and God told me.