Something new...

In the "Wind"

dark-skinned scarlett
desperately seeking
always watching
wondering
searching--she knows what she wants
just one look
the tiniest taste
testosterone laced
approval
savors each glance
each smile
imagines fairy tale endings
family photos with
both parents present
something so different from
her own
she reads the southern belle bible
taking her place under parisols
wearing ball gowns, dancing reels
not under scorching georgia suns
planting cotton, plowing fields
identifies with the protagonist
feels the craving to crush male hearts
in her hands
whatever it takes
no matter the stakes
her body on display
a southern belle simper on her face
modern day whale bone stays
the push-up bras
low-cut tees
all to fill her tragic need for
someone
anyone
to notice her

Listen...

Sometimes, I just like to listen to the way words sound. If you really take the time to sit and listen to how we say what we say, you'll realize what a symphony human language can be. The way the words slide into and around each other sounds musical. I don't know what made me think of this--I apologize for the random topic. But sometime just listen...you may be pleasantly pleased with what you hear.