Bastard Child Turns 30 by bluepervina - © 2002 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Adults Only! Do not read if you are under 18 years of age or if you are offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * In school no one knew you while you gave all to know With jeers always ringing and the good girls so grown You pocketed praises as jewels on a chain And you got what they gave Always conscious of waist * So thickly and sickly so wickedly you spilled Your breasts from your tight top mere cottonish jail No threads could dare hold you nor make a disguise To hide was to suffocate restraint meant you died * Now, though haze inside trundles your soul off to sleep Light dims yet still flickers and a nerve is yet keen Spiting breath drawn as borrowed and hate grown in guilt Gratitude as a card-house no sane life can build * The pleasure of grinding and sucking, and sliding Is fading as aging dims the brightest stitched twine And the hooting, rum-shooting broke-heel nights that call Somehow swirl less monsoon now as you thrash through the swamp * And no mother, no father no preacher can guide you Nor bartender, nor cabbie nor boy in a coupe While, yes, your blood rages still thrilled at the rub Trot-line-easy to get it mere fingers, light strum * Bearing eyes that will follow and mouths that descend Yet a pleasure beyond that now calls you back in Building pressures long-buried now rising, now raized As your girl-life, that fuck-life your years rip away * And the quiet that fills you above all din burning down Is a door flung like heart valves-- love flows in, doubt floods out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright 2002 by bluepervina. bluepervina_AT_earthling.netbastard_child_turns_30