The Unseen

Unseen by all, It corrodes.
Like an Italian mafia gone pink,
Guns ablaze with roses and tulips,
All the world a stage for its acid.
Like blood died blue or uncanny green,
A disguise for all to find real
This city of mishaps now a paradise of
Invisible accidentals.
Even the Police don’t know what it does.
But it calls at us all from the
Crotch of our pants.
Feeding frenzily off of every raised eyebrow,
Every curled lip, Every sweet perfume.
Every softened finger, twinkling eye,
Or unborn fantasy.
It screams out sex as we try to
Complete our lives.
Startling us as we realize that
We hear it too.
It moans whenever we touch,
Cries whenever we don’t,
Gasps whenever we feel it explode.
Lust! Sex! More!
And when we put it in a cage
It roars louder, until we let it free.
But even when it gets what it wants,
It will always come back for more