The Musings of a Reformed Drama QueenA Poem by Alina“Oh just kiss him!!” says the wise woman. ”You have spent days describing the shape of his lower lip, weeks reflecting on the curl of his wicked grin.” she insists; supporting her argument. “We have a life to live here.” “There are bills to pay - responsibilities.”
If the drama queen was a braver soul, she would do just that. But, what if? What if it means more than it’s supposed to? What if it means less? What about all the things she does not know? What about all the feelings she does not want to feel?
Desire unfurls, uncurls in the bottom of her stomach, brings a tingle to her finger tips… a sweetness to her lips… crescent moon lip fills the space in between with expectation unfulfilled to taste to touch to feel… She could write stories about that lip Ride the peaks and valleys of her imagination Whisper sweet nothings into the nook of his shoulder… But she won’t.
She is bound to over-think it - that is the pitfall of the drama queen.
But you say she is reformed? Yes, that’s where the wise woman comes in!! But of course, they are one and the same. Two opposite ends on a wide spectrum of feminine cognition housed in one body - the play between the heart and the brain. © 2013 AlinaReviews
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