Born to shop…

BUTTERFLY INSPIRATIONS OF A GYPSY SOUL

In the stillness of my room lies the din of my thoughts,
And around me float a thousand verses.
With a butterfly net I capture the words,
The thoughts.  The image.  The choices.

In the din of my travels lies the stillness of thoughts,
That I’m treading in the very same tracks
Of a woman who walks with the smallest of feet
Before me.  Aside me.  Behind me.

In the handcuffs of failure I reach out and touch
The caressable curve and texture
Of a heart that beats through the layers of soft
Smooth skin.  Smooth thigh.  Smooth breast.

In the trying to touch I handcuff the truths
With dreams that cloud over judgement
Images inspired by the things that I’ve seen
Inspired.  By her. My Gypsy.

BACKGROUND: I have an obsession… Women. I love the way they smell, the sound of their breathing, the softness of them and the complex curves-on-curves of their bodies.

And, yes… even the salty taste of their skin.

I gave up a 20-year smoking habit about 6 years ago. To cope with the cravings I focussed on the things smoking took away – my senses. I made a conscious decision to focus on the way things smell and taste and as these senses started developing, so did my other senses (except common sense – that one is never gonna develop!).

I started making an effort to go shopping more. A mall is a slut to the senses… everything in a mall has been developed to appeal to our senses – it’s the basics of marketing. And the female body is the epitome of marketing.

I wish I was a better shopper. Or a more loyal one at times… It would certainly have made my life a lot easier. The woman this poem was written for would probably still be denting my pillow.

And my soul.

~ by Norm on July 8, 2010.