the pink meat

"Pornographic Photography"

[written 4.12 (late the previous night)]

Girls run wild through this world

You can't walk down the street without

Catching a glimpse of the pink meat

The ones with the softer flesh

They catch your eye and your mind

Zooms in, takes focus, snaps

Clicks and whirs and picks another focal point

Later when you're trying not to let it

This folder in your digitized memory resurfaces

Flips open and slides photos through your viewport

You bite your lip and contort your brow

With admiration and degradation

And you long

You can't keep this reel from replaying

Your eight-track mind embraces the visual endorphins

It's a comforting sort of discomfort

Always looking at the carnal beauty only

Never thinking of the one who pumps her blood

Your conscience tells you this won't keep you sane

Why, it's unhealthy

To let the softness confiscate your brain

But this time it's different

Sitting down you open the file labeled "Emma"

And find her set of snapshots is unique

Depicting not her legs, her curves, her fuckables, her softness

But her eyes, her smile, her dimples, and her button nose

It's a purer admiration than the rest

Yes

You think you've stumbled upon

An honest brand of love