Jul 31, 2012

The Self




 
 
Self?
You blatantly ran after quenching your desires,
then skilfully framed the body with your indecent cravings.
 
Self?
You have time and time again
stood me in front of your ruthless mirrors
squeezed this waist, then whispered to the mind:
                                            
‘This is what I want’
 
You padded these breasts with silicon inserts,
and sponge fillets, then whispered to the mind:
                                                           
‘This is what I want’
 
You slowly twisted the plastic stick and enhanced these lips
with petrol smelling reds and pinks, pouted, then whispered to the mind:
 
‘This is what I want’
 
Then you dragged me to people and places I was never keen on,
measured me in their approving and disapproving stares.
 

Mind

Mind?
All you want is more.
You have taught these senses that whatever they already have
can never be enough,
and whatever is within their reach
is surely insipid and dull

Mind, I have enslaved this body for you.
tired beyond measure I have laboured it for your content.
You have turned these eyes into two strangers who look down on me.
You have turned these eyes into two spies that follow me with their vulture squints.
 

Body

Body, you only lay here beside him because you are weak.
You have let your ferocious passions run wild,
your predator like lust heighten with no a roof or restraint,
stigmatizing me and the self.
You held your lips in the arch of his neck
stifling your insatiable impulses,
silencing your shameful moans.
Every time I have pulled back your tether, you cried:
‘don’t listen to the guilt’
‘don’t listen to the guilt’ , you said
 
                 ‘for what does the mind know of love
                                   and what does the self know of pleasure’