Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Camera Whore

Ever wonder what the beautiful people really feel like?



A click of the camera,
a flash of the light,
a toss of the hair,
to the left, to the right,
and a sultry smile that says,
“I’m what you think you want,
but all you’ll never have.”

A look full of heat,
a lick of the lips,
a glance under lashes,
a tilt of the hips,
and a lilting laugh that says,
“I’m what I know you want,
but all you’ll never have.”

Off come the clothes,
take a look in the mirror,
heart full of secrets,
eyes full of fear,
and a little voice that says,
“What they think I am
is all I’ll never have.”

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

So glad you're posting again! This poem feels true. Camera whores and the voyeurs who puruse their images seem to be a sad lot. It seems far preferable to be real, and get to know people as they are, flaws and all.

detroitsquirrel said...

get on with your bad self!