lace garter

Beauty comes with a lace garter
for the men to slip their tips in
I drunkenly told her she was the most beautiful thing Iíd ever seen
never mind that my girlfriend was waiting for me at home
or that our relationship had more holes in it than mouse-bitten Swiss cheese

For one night I let truth drip like the poison it was
down my chin and onto my beating heart
lighting me up with a shame sobriety didnít want to admit
I wasnít in love anymore

Love was late night Jerry Springer
and fights over who owned the rights to the last cuppa soup
love was an abyss between both sides of one bed
and all the things we wanted to say but couldnít
love was blame and blood and palms on faces

Love wasnít what my Disney-addled mind had envisioned
and the Kali-Goddess in me wanted to burn it all

Beauty was a lace garter
with legs wrapped around a stripper pole
hazel eyes and glossy lips that didnít promise anything
beyond right now

She wasnít interested in me
but it wasnít the point

In the smoke hazed room of dim lights
and a wine stained carpet
it mattered that for a moment
she was the most beautiful thing Iíd ever seen
it mattered that we could have been friends
if Iíd been able to hold my liquor better
and keep my lips silently wrapped around a cigarette
instead of spilling my youth and honesty like it was a confession of love
when it was just confession of desire and the art of drunkenly unloving someone
and falling secretly in lust with strippers

© Indie Adams 2013
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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