Friday, May 25, 2012

Programmed, Categorized, or Easily Referenced

I was thoroughly attracted before you confused me,
Though they were both to my preference.
I always liked a girl who can't be programmed,
Categorized, or easily referenced.
Everything you sing and say is joyless, sardonic
In the Alanis Morissette vein,
But the way you dance, in uneven circles, halfway sensual,
The other half like a child at play
Speaks from some primal joy deeper than your tongue.
My mystery, you remind me of high school.
You always find a way to make me feel awkward as hell,
But years later, I still think of you.

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