Sabine Draws Gun on Walker
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Tightrope Walker free porn video
Breasts are eruptions as surely
as orgasms are volcanic discharges
part sensation, part emotion,
and all wet, wild explosions
only women born as men
know, although
we may not say; we
may not speak our minds,
because polite society
prefers reticence
and
lies.
Faces ablush, lips scarlet
with gloss; eyes all aflutter
with false lashes, lids
shadowed purple,
eyes lined with film
formers, thickeners,
and pigments out
of a chemist's most
fantastic
wet dreams,
we put on false fronts,
wearing masks and costumes
of flesh
surgically enhanced
with implants
and dysphoric need.
Sad affairs, we are not ourselves;
we are not anyone;
we are neither male
nor female, neither man
nor woman, neither
masculine nor feminine;
we long for and crave
and hunger for
the stability of love,
travelers in a loveless land.
I feel it until I bleed,
the desire so intense,
so burning that
it long ago became
a Need.
This masquerade, if one
can manage
it, is a tightrope
walk, made while
carrying
on one's shoulders
the weight of the world.
One misstep: free fall
into oblivion, into
nothingness--that's all
we have, all
we've ever had, all
we'll ever be:
tightrope walkers
without a net.
To survive
in the twilight world,
one must be
a tightrope
walker; a chameleon
with eyes that turn
independently
of each other,
this way
and that;
a swallow who
swallows, rather than
spits; two scoops
of vanilla ice cream;
a bird of prey,
a falcon, perhaps,
or a dove,
unafraid
of heights, of falls,
of broken
wings.
This make-up mask;
these accessory breasts;
this shaved
Adam's apple;
this long and curly hair
that spills
like molten gold
down
the artificiality
of my perfect
posture
and the torment
of my soul
is ductile,
tractable,
malleable;
all of us nobodies
are protean Galateas
with but one
man in mind:
Pygmalion, the sculptor
who knows
our true shape
and our monumental
size.
Alma
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