Enough

I wish I was enough for them  
filling lives with luridness  
at the same time falling short  
with a lack they'll approve  
alluring tease bereft of guile  
an equal who knows their place  
fair to eye to please the lust  
still demure to reflect desire  
 
maturity is confidence  
blessed when life hits the ropes  
an object for the pedestal  
prized with a wisdom they proclaim  
this is true, except when it's not  
fateful youth fills the mind  
no gender is safe in their age  
when juicy fruit is what they're not  
 
I'd be saint and the whore  
which of these would they like?  
one to sate a holy book  
the other brings pleasure to the loins  
both exist to fill this shell  
available at a moment's whim  
frightening those who realize  
the same is found within their mind  
 
strength is blessing for a time  
with the source in life's realm  
wisdom of a thousand days  
attraction hung to tempt a world  
sadly these are too much  
enough blunt the simple mind  
wanting all, demanding less  
lest their state be then judged  
 
conquest becomes the fashion
a prize to stalk and then to have  
greatest thrill is the chase  
anticipation of what comes next  
until the quarry has been had  
full in hand, revealing all  
then the disgust arrives in full  
a human being, not the dream  
 
all of these evoke a rage  
turned towards object that is craved  
when contrary is called out  
stating trickery has been found  
or the crux is darker still  
attempt to have the cake at hand?  
power wants to have the tart  
to eat the same while in command.  
 
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170713.  
 
“Enough” was inspired by the maddening disconnect between what people say they want, what they really want, and how they act when they receive the latter.