Happily Lonely

[seren]

Christina, don't close the curtains,
Don't crush the velvet, and
Don't soil the silk left over.

Delicate, busy hands sewing petals
Onto already-wilted flowers
Pour over skinned knees like
Vaseline, and why not, she's
Got all the experience. She's
A woman of the world; say
You won't depart for the
Train station yet, Christina.

It'd be better if you'd leave;
You're only kidding yourself;
You're only wasting your talents.
Please, Christina, I'm telling you
It's a wicked business with
A demoralizing, desensitizing
Set of worth ethics; I'll get
Down on my knees--on my knees--
Christina, I'm begging you, please.

Well, there then, darling, stiff
Upper lip, chin up, buck up; you've
Got a whole mess to settle;
They're after your hide everywhere.
Keep yourself unavailable;
Keep your hands occupied.

Christina, Christina, Christina
Pours over skinned knees like
Melted Vaseline, and why not;
She's in the know. She's the
Woman on the go; she'll melt
In your mouth because she can.
You don't have to pay her a dime.

Lip-sticked smile accentuates her
Condition and plays up her charm.
She'll pump you up if you're loyal;
Just don't ever leave her or refuse
Services. If you can pay up,
She'll just dwindle the hours
Away soaring through mind-stimulating
Conversation--the social butterfly.
"Hey, baby, flutter on by over here."

Scoot in as close as you can--
Christina doesn't kiss and tell--
Counting your blessings for running
Into the whirlwind that's been
Devastating the surrounding area.

Christina, Christina, Christina
Christina, Christina, Christina
Christina, Christina, Christina
Drinks the Molotov tails
Over molten lava even though
She knows they're after her ass.
She's the woman about town;
She's the woman who sleeps around.
Her head is swimming; she's
Feeling balmy. As the sun sets,
She settles into his nest and flies
As the bombs explode as she
Melts in your mouth because she can.
You don't have to pay her to date her.

"Hey, baby, let's go for a ride;
Hey, baby, let's go for a drag;
Hey, baby, let's go for a tug;
Hey, baby, let's go for a rub;
Just don't pull too hard."

[dragon]

Ah yes, everyone knows one of these classic women. Specially in the highschool setting, and even in the work place. Even OUTSIDE the work place. These women are secret and sly, she could be your next-door neighbor and you could never know until someone - one of her very many lovers - knocks on YOUR door looking for her. Too much alcohol that night? Possibly. She could be your husbands boss, or even your sister. And you can turn it around for the opposite gender. Men can be just the same way. It's sad, but that's what our society has come to.

Sorry to rant on your beautiful words, it just kinda got away....

[seren]

It's been that way since the dawn of time, and this particular piece is the product of a midnight madness writing session (or what I do when I can't go to sleep.) It's about a fictional prostitute being pleaded by someone who cares about her as a person--not a sex object--to quit. But you know that Christina; she craves socialization, and being an escort (higher class prostitute, I guess) is her own decision. So, it brings up the question, "Who's the speaker to ask her to leave?" She's not doing too badly and does enjoy the work, although it is killing her (no time for friends, only work).

And I love it when people rant. It gets old when I do it.