beauty is on the inside
but who has an x-ray with them at all times
I can catch a glimpse of another set of eyes
even though I promised myself to look
only up in the skies or at my feet

If I seek another eyes its often an act of
greed to be validated of some sort
sometimes if I am light and happy
it is eyes of curiosity
but often

more keen on limbs
objects
a womans buttocks
who cares of inner beauty
or x-ray phenomenoms
if a jiggly wobbly ass comes by

but also reminded of Medusa
the Queen of Stonification
her gaze that makes men turn to stiff
objects

I can look at buttocks
yet say I value soul?
I can gaze at them eyes and not be seen myself as non-human object?
shame on me, shame on them
stone, flesh and bones
soul becomes lost
left brained culture at its best

Instant stoneifications
far from a lovers warm embrace

I shall journey out again tomorrow
bring the shield of Perseus
my own x-ray of souls

to gather what I really need
things that matter
without the greed

I wish for warm human ways
not clink-clank robotic object days...


© staxxx