breaking me

I always imagine myself naked, 

perched over a rock,

the mountain streams flowing. 

I have a crappy battery

operated radio beside me. 

The station plays classical music

that decolours your pride 

and makes you want to hug your lover 

in the waist from the back. 

I will kiss the paws of untamed mountain lions. 

The larches and the spruces would welcome me 

and invite me inside their coatings for tea. 

My nails will feed on soil.

 I will fulfil my promise to my poems and proses. 

I’m going to chop off all my hair 

and for every strand 

I will remind myself 

why are your eyes so blue.

Author's Note

fuck you.
why are your eyes so blue.

Reviews

[Tom Lumsden]

my eyes are blue because they are blue
I see you
in this poem (untamed mountain lions for a naked lady with long fingernails)
don't chop ALL your hair
you are delightful!!! thank you Queen of WritersCafe!!!!

[Addie Santos]

Ha ha! "Queen of WritersCafe", that's too much. My hair is too long, it's the only thing I like about my face.

[Saddam]

Splendid write.
I think it is not imagination because it seems much really. Well written and placed poem.

[Addie Santos]

Thank you for the compliment. I see it all in my head.

[Tom Lumsden]

Be the best f**k you ever got. My eyes are blue.
My eyes are blue xo Ican see.

The last line hit like a freight train.

You are cynical

[Addie Santos]

Told ya so