/don’t give me your polite
Published in
Jun 16, 2024
Don’t give me your polite
rolled up neat and tight;
sock soldiers,
inside a bedroom drawer.
I don’t need your should
scrubbed up,
pink and clean
like bridal skin,
Not what you ought,
just what you would.
Put away your strong
the weight of being right or wrong.
Give me your wild,
free dancing
like a child,
to an Afro Latin beat,
under the spangled light of a silver disco ball –
life’s perfect chaos,
that is all.
