There is a place
somewhere between the ego
and the heart
Where the detritus of my memories remain
as they are left behind on the cutting room floor
for the studio version of my life.
I dont remember what I leave behind there,
I still recall
what I dont want to know about myself
when I return to my editing room and compose.
Its impossible to scrub that floor clean
no matter what chemicals I use
every piece of synaptic celluloid remains.
I am
And always will be
The culmination of all I have done.
There is a place
somewhere between the ego
and the heart
Where the detritus of my memories remain
as they are left behind on the cutting room floor
for the studio version of my life.
I dont remember what I leave behind there,
I still recall
what I dont want to know about myself
when I return to my editing room and compose.
Its impossible to scrub that floor clean
no matter what chemicals I use
every piece of synaptic celluloid remains.
I am
And always will be
The culmination of all I have done.
Write me into the appendix of your life
away from prying eyes
a delicious secret only discovered by those who truly desire
No blatant superfluous declarations of love
no ostentatiously abstract adorations
no, don't explicitly hide me between the lines of your introduction
don't dedicate yourself to me
I'll have no scholars obnoxiously trace
their pudgy fingers over my curves and tell the world
how you loved me, "secretly"
Don't let them soil our desire
place me darling, within your footnotes
blend me in with the bland and drab
I wish our union were so seamless that you saw
no need to celebrate our sex
Let me be as much a part o