Alchemy

Coming of age in a cannibalistic tabloid culture

In an age of indecision

And confusion

Her life resembles a fraudulent biography

Wavering within multiple personalities and lives

Constantly fantasizing about which one she wants to be

She craves change

Dramatic transformation

To become something devoid of anything resembling her old shag.

Her last relationship

The old life

Months of sweat to acquire and maintain

He was an established person

Who brought the emotional security she so desperately craved

Only to find she wanted nothing of the sort

It was exactly the kind of emotional web

That makes a woman swear off getting hitched.

Not afraid to admit

No desire for stability

No security or tradition

Only freedom

To wander the world in constant metamorphosis

To savor anonymity

To cut the ties.

So in order to eliminate the tension

She would first create it

To spontaneously seemingly combust

To him in was incredibly painful

But she was liberated

As she always wished

Free and Alone.

After a long and painful absence from love

Another arrived alone and on time

Sexy and wholesome

Crossing a secretive corner

She watched him study the hollow above her thighs

As she bent and thrusted and popped her hips

She remembered that feeling of love

Mixed with nerves

That warm and fuzzy feeling that feels uncomfortably right

Defiantly optimistic

She secretly hoped his preoccupation wasn’t merely a passing phase

That he had come baring the emotional security she now desperately craved

She could sense the aforementioned intensity

It had come back with vengeance

The fire that once burned in her loins

That wistful pang had settled in

She again began thinking of her utopia

With him

The stranger from across the room

From visions and glances

She pictured rumors becoming official

Something spectacular and sanctimonious

With incredible affection and passion

To touch as if he were the only body she’d coveted

No longer left to navigate a lonely suburbia

She caught herself in a trance

Her heart beating wildly

He watched as she wrung the sweat from her hair

She caught herself

In Another blind moment

A hopeless and endless romantic

With her fair share of falling

She secretly hoped

His smile and his stare

Were reflections of feelings

But she couldn’t be sure

For her mind was a romance catalyst

From a simple glance

She could

And commonly did

Create chemical reactions

from the opposite end of the room.