Please do not judge this cheesy poem too harshly - it came to me while I was walking to the Metro and thinking of a particularly good looking man. It is PURE cheese... but heartfelt and sincere... but CHEESE !!
We are crazy, complicated and complex creatures.
We spin our webs of interpretations with every simple syllable uttered,
Making both ourselves and the hapless flies we desire to ensnare
Dizzy and nauseous with our efforts.
What did he mean by that "Hello", in that particular tone?
What do his smiles symbolize?
What did he mean to signify by telling me that I looked good?
We are all about the subject, object, subtext, and context,
While our knowing victims skim and skate across the waters of meaning like Daddy Long Legs.
Attempting to draw them ever closer, ever nearer,
We risk their escaping while traipsing every so slowly towards them on the thin and pendulous threads of hope.
Daydreaming about a cheeky grin or a
A set of eyes the color of moist soil after a brief shower,
Expectation, the dasher of dreams, smasher of hopes, murderer of reality,
Rears its obnoxious head to whisper in our ears.
Falsely soothing our fears and boosting our self-fashioned confidence,
Struggling with our hearts, minds and egos,
Befuddling, meddling and riddling itself into the fray.
Lines blurred and crossed,
Borders, walls and fences peeked over but not torn asunder,
Dances danced, words spoken,
Wishing our love might make them feel like
Butterflies escaping the dreary confines of their self-imposed cocoons,
Longing to make them feel as joyful and powerful
As bumblebees tasting the sweet nectar of flowers
On that first glorious spring day.
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