What Comforts Us

When you notice a girl’s bra-straps

                showing instead of hidden

                                do you want to sink

your gentle teeth into them?

 

As she stands by the mirror hoisting

                her hair with Axe gel

                                do you want to create

a billboard-blanket out of it to wrap up in?

 

A liquid sticks in pieces, paper maché,

                across the vast expanse of a

                                forearm, begging for you

to taste mints that will quench your thirst. 

 

To buy an stuffed imitation of a young sea turtle

                and wrap it in sweat made for two

                                would give them the wrong

idea…because it’s something to cuddle.

 

Wearing socks with sandals is

                not as bad as showing your

                                ankles when she is

aching to test how you walk on water.

 

Who decides what is normal, what

is a tack that holds up a sign of

                Different. Not custom.

Who decides what you should want

to dip your fingers into on a December

                night in the land of a thousand lakes.

Author's Note

Not sure how to describe this one. Tell me what you get out of it I guess.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Amen to that... who is this so called society that tries to tell us how we should be, mostly it is the media brainwashing us... so many are afraid to be who they are in fear of being ridiculed... why is it crazy to dance in the rain? Didn't Gene Kelly sing about it. An awesome rant.

[Jessica]

I think it's... Adorable. :)

[C. Michael Kirre]

A very nice poem. I like poetry that pokes holes in whatever reality we create for ourselves. Nice way of using the off-centre lines to underline the question of what is 'normal'. And whenever I see a girls' bra strap haning out I can barely restrain myself from playing with it like a kitten with a ball of yarn.