artful liars - de femme

--Thanks to Hemihead for letting me rework his poem "artful liars" from a female's POV.--


women are artful liars
to themselves
when they read words written
half a world away
that convince them
true love
is alive   
in distance

forgetting that attraction
is as much about scent
and ripple of shoulder movement   
into a spanner
and the way a man rants
and laughs
and turns glance to a gaze
something between frustration and adoration
disarming enough to make us
forget ourselves

will he respond   
to our undertones
and does he touch like he knows
how to slip a woman out of clothes
showing control   
in taking it slow or just smooth enough   
to let our thoughts flow   
in the moment
and not in how far   
we'll let ourselves go

only a fool thinks   
a girl can run
a rigged race
with her fingers
on a keyboard
ignoring the lessons   
of experience
losing her sense in delusions
of perfection
conjured by the mind's
magic malgré lui

women's eyes do light glee
in resting on a face
that helps them brace
for impact of the-next-days
and we are always, always
fools
for fallen fingertips
even when they only
caress
an inbox    
 
 
-- A reading of this poem by Jestalessa:  
 
 http://www.veoh.com/watch/v20892455BX5MWnTe --