PERFECT

i want to be a glass

pure and simple

shining,

spotless

yes, i AM a glass

empty

hungry

incomplete

i crave for some red liquid to fill me in

to make me pretty

outstanding

desirable

full

red wine in a glass

– so voluptuous

rounded

lavish

so many tones

undertones

left on your tongue

mind

body

desire

in a splash of purple colour

but i’m empty

cold

the sound of clear wind whistles through my edgy bones

-perfect

clean

untouched

unmarked

unnoticed

like every other glass

i stand in line

waiting

waiting to be filled with something meaningful and pleasant

warm

cold

confusing

i have no idea what it is

but it makes me desirable

drinkable

consumable

and when i’m full

i’ll stand proud

aside

posh

snobbish

stand-offish

different

from all  those empty glasses

what do they know anyway?

they can only judge

me

or anyone

who’s better

fuller

redder

brighter

because they know nothing

they’ve got no experience

no history

no baggage

no regrets

no pride

no secrets

no dreams

and no passion

but i do

red lipstick stuck to my curvy sides –

i’ve seen things

i’ve known lust

i’m no longer desired

for i’m not sparking clean

but i’m ready to go down to the rubbish pile

-yes, it’s me being melodramatic

all i need is a good wash

– lots of hot water and soap

and after many brushes grabbed and tossed my sides –

i’ll be clean again

seductive

with all my shiny parts

and i’ll be

ready

for consumption

yet ,again…

i will BE PERFECT

RIPE

and READY

for your starving

mouth

and

forever

undecided

body.

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