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Isadora


 

Isadora what have you done to me?

Why have you done it to me?

Was I not fine before you walked in and left my mind in a state of disarray

You are a cruel trick, Isa

A karmic retribution

Why would the gods make me exist adjacent to an ideal version of me?

A version leaps and bounds ahead of me

Why place a piece of coal next to a diamond

If not to punish the coal?


Surely your cells contain remnants of the dna of the fallen angels

That would explain why you're so aggressively stunning

Your beauty breaks done all resistance and says 

' I'm here, acknowledge me. Bow before me '


Fisher of men

Your nets are bursting

You blush when they fawn over you

As if it's all new to you

Yet you eat their adoration for breakfast, you subsist on it.

You're Beyonce and the rest of us are your back up dancers

Even as we contort our bodies this way and that

We are not perceived 

It is the undulations of your body that they want to see

And it is quite the specimen, your body

The sculptor was in no rush


Isadora my love for you is all consuming

And the embers of my envy glow brighter every day

I scan you for flaws so the fiery cocktail of emotions may simmer

But even your imperfections are worthy of my affection


I can only gaze upon you from a safe distance

Watch you the object of my desire

And the bane of my existence

Watch you take what I crave most

As I applaud and cheer you on

And die inside as I do so


I want to be close to you Isa

Our chests heaving in unison

Our skins gliding along each other

As I melt into you

As I merge with your essence

As I disappear within you

Become one with you

Become you.



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