Money and music
heavy are the sounds
coming from that thumping bass
coming from our throats.
Could it possibly be
the reason why
we’re dancing now
in our certain way
where bodies just lay
heavily on each other.
Today,
the day is lazy
we are strewn
all over the place
spending hours
spending a fortune
on handsome things
that are sure
to make us pretty again.
I was put here
to pull you from
the depths of doubt.
Don’t question why
we’re here now.
Let’s focus on
that figure of yours
curves and all, but still
you complain
crazy still
you can’t see yourself
anything other than
beautiful.
Let me write a poem
to show the world
how absurd
it is to feel
anything but
my cherished
one.
Dragonfly Poetry 