Casual Possession

its about perceptions between men and women and fleeting relationships

You may think you have me
but you have nothing of me
My body as a commodity
does not bring my soul
with it

You laugh because you think
you have the upper hand
I laugh silently and harder
because you do not
know me

You are like a rooster
self satisfied and crowing
Sure that your interests
are the only ones
being met

You think I will faint
or fade away or cry
the minute you are done
with your vain conquest
and lust

You know nothing of me
the secret part who stalks
forgetfulness from haunting
My watchfulness something you
can't see

Keep fluttering casual playboy
think only of your interests
I mock you ferociously
and smite you with
my indifference.