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soliloqouy about women

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As a youngster I've thought that we can develop our sexual preferences,
by leading it through the path of ideological manner of living.

That silly assumption was the biggest blasphemy aimed at biology,
which already wrote down with a pen of genes, our desires on our tabula rasa.

Years were flowing as quick and as slow as only time can be unequal to itself,
The knowledge was being poured in my whole entity, I, a casting form for suspense.

Fast, the overwhelming taste of an early adulthood made me realize,
that my sense of realism is in schism with fairy tales and cold logic.

Wishing for a beloved princess who accepts the entirety of my being,
Thus is the lie in which I am buried, intelligence knows such lady is not found.

Secretly, I use stares at every lovely pair of breasts, those pillows from back a  far,
Imagination into lust, lust into loneliness whispers stories about perfect romance.

As a man who proclaims his faith in science I still lie to myself and search for myths,
about those periods in ages where a hero saves a rosen cheeked beauty.

Those dreams of mine have nothing to do with the twenty first century,
where sex is an article of consumption and that erotica is in price.

No matter how much burnt wounds I shall heal I'll still be in belief,

that a whore may become a queen of all hearts which there could be;

that a businesswoman may become the most fruitful of all trees;

that a shy wonder may conquer the widest field of astrophysics;

that a weight lifting madam may hold the whole globe in her palm.

Yet what is left in my soul, which is my biggest fear,
is the thought that no longer in this world I may found-
- a feeling which was someday called a "true love".
:iconlonelyplz:

a bit of metaphysical poetry, because nothing else comes to my mind lately ._.
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Bhabayagga's avatar
Damn you. Somehow, you managed to make me believe that I am a sort of a younger version of yourself. O.o

Great poem. And very true. :clap: