JASON SAID

You can stay over,
take me over
anytime.
And if experience has made you hard,
let me be the polish
for your pearlized finish.
You were rubbed raw
by ruthless romantics
when I met you.
Now you've come to claim
your renaissance
in tragic nuance.
Use those callouses
to build your clutch
of pliable and yielding friends
children feigning lion-hearted yearning
Alot like us old girls
built to grow between the cracks
of shattered black.

They like to tell their fantasies
to me
like secrets only granted
to the free.
These old and gnarled throats
expelling music for the damned
that I devour
in hopes to make them clean,
astringent tales
to dissolve the film of vanity
that engulfs this wasteland hegemony.