TheFeatheredSleep – Ted
Look at me
I mean really observe
Seeing me you’d think I’d be most in love with
my high heel boots, the length of my hair
the silver rings on my fingers
the feel of a woman pulsing beneath me
the heartbeat of dancing when well
the rejection of banality
and you’d be right of course
but not nearly as correct
as the love I possess
for my old ted
his head mangled with smother
fur coming off in patches
his sad cotton eyes
seeming to tell me
everything of myself
in one slow gaze
cabbagesandkings524 