Winding up goes the mechanism
a windborne terminal
we'll call it a windmill
but even then it doesn't sound right nor true
in truth though, honestly, I'm too tired to correct myself
please overlook this like you always do
allow my poor grammar to continue
I've only come to shed skin
a serpent in the grass
trying not to be stepped on
hoping my audience will give me a pass
I never really write about this subject
it feels too touchy like a hot sip of coffee
a too cool waterfall
something of a taboo but we're friends here
and I don't mind sharing with you
The question upon your lips
I can hear your hesitation
but I know what you're going to ask
so as I straighten up my back
for this will be a long one
yes, it's female related
but this time, it's not love
I'm not singing lyrics of pine and roses
I'm just disposing and disclosing animal tendencies
since I have nowhere else really to throw away the garbage within me
You see, in my workplace, I'm the youngest guy out of at least 12 maybe 15
the majority being women
Don't worry I won't demean them by calling them eye candy
but they are all in their own right pretty
yet one lives rent free inside my head
no option to pay the light bill
since the light bulb always shines the brightest when she's near
piercing me with her eyes
As society bids masks, the new static fashion
I won't mock it for granting me a shield to hide my smile
though my eyes give it away
and our contact never stays
it's me who breaks first
My eyes follow her posture, her curves unintentionally
I acknowledge her presence way too much like a puppy in love
though I should consider her off limits
a black widow, a praying mantis to eat my head like an eclipse
she's married and happily
with kids my age
She's been nothing but kind to me
a friend, someone to confide in
a pseudo mother figure
yet it still slips into my mind
as I look at her mom jeans from behind
"how beautiful would she look with her hair undone
and clothes removed?"
I know it's scummy
and you might say it's out of character for me
With my head hanging disgracefully
I don't disagree
it's one current aspect of me
I won't accept, it's deplorable
making me one of the boys
what I craved when I was younger
to be one of the guys
now I see it as my demons in disguise
Like the innocent persona i perceive
is a lie
yet to you, my audience
I've bared my soul and flaws
a dim lit flashlight in the dark...