Lyn #3

Metaphor versus the creativity of unfiltered thought
What's the bloody difference?
I don't fucking know

Do I use poetry to hit on women?
Does a bear shit in the woods?
None of this is important though because I write what I feel and I feel what I write
There are no ulterior motives and there are no super weapons and the pen is always
mightier than the sword

Metaphor versus the creativity of unabashed brilliance
And when I wrote that I desired to see you naked it's true, but naked in multiple ways
because fashion isn't only about the clothes and just because someone shows me their
birthday suit doesn't mean I've really seen them in the buff

And I know I'm a pushy son of a bitch
I hear it all the time between the inhaling of another deep breath, but the very last thing
I want to do is provoke you to block me because I've known you were the real
thing from the first time I saw you bring down the hammer on someone with the
unpampered grace of a fierce swan

Metaphor versus the constancy of one last passionate kiss before we bid sweet adieu
And when I said you were out of my league I was stupidly basing it on what stares back
at me when I stare into the mirror and the mirror closes its eyes for good
I usually write in threes because my OCD doesn't believe in doing things half assed and
there is something about you Lyn that keeps me coming back to the well even though I
know there's no more water to be drunk or thoughts to be thunk