It’s not that their sad
Or want to be
It’s just they’re not happy
They’re not unhappy either
Is it the worst state to be
Neither one or the other
Is there no feelings where they lay
Not smiling or crying
With no jokes to make her cringe
Or no sad tale to make them sorry
they were foolish enough to have
enquired of your state of pleasure
A monotonous line where memory
Is safe and you don’t howl at the moon
Where frustration screams to be heard
And orgasms come and go without
A growl or a a roar
In the morning the reflection reminds
Me to smile to take the crooked eye
As a reminder of who I am and smile
With gratitude for looking as different
As the words inside veer from the mean
To embrace the sing song of the dreams
I hear echoing from sky to river in my
Mind searching for a page to be born
I can’t remember some things but my
Soul remember a touch an embrace
A warmth a love a joy a body
Eyes and scars smooth skin soft hair
The sound of her breath
The smell of her soul
The scream of her pleasure
The ripple of her ecstasy
Her eyes on me from afar
And I look into my eyes and I say
Today frankie is a day when
You will sing a song
And tell a tale
When laughter will be shared
And you will feel alive
And I prefer to feel enough
To forget and to cry and to
Laugh and to roar and howl
And read and write and sing
To notice the orange of a sky
And the fresh breeze of a midnight sky
To hear the heart beat of being me
(C) frankie Mcgivney
Words I love to write 