The Devil Is In The Details

She is
the beacon of my inclination
A breeze that impales me;
quirky yet... cool
How I wish to woo her
take her away

As for me,
who might I be?
Simply a hunched back freak!
Oh Beatrix,
why can't I be
the man of your dreams?

If only I was more useful
but I'm just a tool
Hitting your lovers over their heads
as you lead them to the church
Sewing their selected parts to Adam
your strange experiment

"Insurances insurances"
I think to myself
"The devil is in
the small intricate details,
ain't he!"
Ohhh yes, those little delicious nuances

In the smooth buttery essence
of taught skin
stretched over hard muscle;
Where perfection finds it's place
in enormous strong hands

And his...
Are. A. Fucking. Vision.
Bigger than—Big
Oh sigh....
Those gigantic paws
infiltrate every single thought
He is a must.
I have to have
and
refuse to live without him.

She barks her orders at me
-"Igor, cut out this ones face"
"Yes Beatrix"
-"Mmmm, and those arms
make sure you sew them to Adams torso"
"Yes Beatrix"
(She is so... irresistible)

I start cutting off Adams limbs
and replacing them with others
he begains to scream
so I kick him repeatedly
"Shut your mouth!"

Oh Beatrix,
tame my heart
Please tell me
this isn't all for not!
Covered in blood,
wiping the smears from my brow
Could it be?
No
It can't
She's staring my way

I can almost see my tiny palm
swimming in his bear claw
So like a doll, I am
Cuddle, adore, pamper,
torture.... me

For this doll's heart beats
in excruciatingly greedy beats
Of pure need
Often turning to ridiculing demand
Life giving sustenance—
Like breathing - lust keeps me alive
and I cannot
will not
live life without him

Her demeanor gets aggressive,
more forceful
I can see she is in desperation
for the need to finish
It eats at her dreams
I know
She tosses
as I look fondly at her sleeping

Much too over worked
Oh Beatrix,
was all this necessary?
If it will make you happy
I'd kill a million people

Dreams of his hands
that skin
and his mammoth...
amount of muscle
Penetrating my being-
control my every waking moment
The heft of heaven pressing upon
Kneading me like clay
I am and will be his
Our very own creation

Did I mention the brawn?
Strong enough
to toss around a rag doll like me
On a simple whim
As we laugh
at the same jokes
Carry on at the silliness
of 'Bob's hair' or 'Julie's bad breathe'

My inner desires
are dreams
that come together
with every stitched seam
or bloody scream

Putting together the final parts
to her "perfect" man—
something's off
She says
Looking fondly into my eyes
She goes into the kitchen;
Grabs an ice cream scoop
"Are we celebrating?"

"Ahhhh!!!"
She scoops out my left eye
blood gushes down my face
"No Beatrix, please
we can be
just you
and... ME!
No need for Adam
he is just an a...a...a...
Abomination!!"

I start to wrestle the scoop away
Surprisingly she starts kissing
the back of my hand
Telling me she always admired them

The scoop falls to the floor
As do our clothes
Adam groans in the background...
In unison:
"OH will you shut up!"