Opt 4, 19: Rejection Revolution

19. Orgasm, Platter, Strawberries, Champagne, Napkin, Velvet, Dominant, Desire.

A mandatory man told me to move to Japan with him
said we'd have a terraced house where the smoke is at its most cough filling
so he said
'they'd be clouds, but picture it'

I thought
the platter of industry in me - he'd be in my home, inside me as if an orgasm
which will never bloody come
he'd be sharing his life with me
I'd probably end up being his wife...

He called the car a strawberry to the champagne moments we'd share
but I'd drive away full speed knowing me
(full of scare and drive of vacant fear)
whether I were to put the strawberries over my eyes to pretend I wern't there
but to pull the wool over my own eyes - I would care

I don't love his effort of placing the napkin over my knees
placing his selection of soft music into my 'thirst for loud' ears
placing himself in my situation of life where I desire loneliness and soak up bitterness within my own personality

He's making me sweet; full of sugar and feeling
beating me into whipped cream
he's moving me on from my sour being and my sour sweets

I told him
I'm a dominant lady who'll live in only one continent
and that continent is called 'myself'

He left. Moved away to Japan with the music of rejection running through his ears as if he'd flood, he'd cry, he'd miss me

I was guilty, selfish, sleeping with the fishes
I was living in my own world and there, I ruled