19 May 2012
she is just make up and hair they say, let's put her on film. she is just make up and hair they say, let's put her on still.
sitting in the makeup chair I see the girl they mean bathing in a silver light and staring back at me she never was a pretty girl not really much to see she smiles enough says yes too much is cool to the touch (and their hands are warm.)
but there's something there in the wave of her hair, the curve of her breast and the slink of her spine yes there's something there in the ease of her stare, the curve of her hips, the words on her lips are yours and not mine.
she is just make up and hair they say let's bathe her in ruby red lights she is flesh and bone a hiss and moan the slack in a grip too tight she'll do what you please when you beg for release and she'll leave at the end of the night. Out of mind Out of sight.
Warm Hands, Cold Heart • Opuss № I