Over The Rest.

Pain lingers here,
Like a potent stench,
In a room full of a million broken,
Memories.

I’m weak and I feel dislocated,
From the socket of truth,
I can’t seem to speak my mind,
My tongue feels swollen.

She waltzes into my world,
Like a professional showgirl,
Lapping up the attention,
From onlookers and sexual deviants.

She strokes my face,
A shudder of urgency hits my shoulders,
I am now in a trance,
Looking at a work of art,
My eyes fixated my mind alert.

I’ve seen a vixen,
Land into the heartland of my sight,
I’ve witnessed a dance,
I’ve seen a vibrant twirl.

So now my mind seems stable,
And my heart has settled for the best,
I just hope she picks me over the rest.