You said that I’m your Lighthouse —
At first I thought, “That doesn’t sound
very sexy?” A Lighthouse is a big,
“fat” structure? It just stands there?
With an A-shape? A big, sturdy
Lighthouse? How is that sexy for
me, as a Woman, from a Man?
You said I shone the Light for you,
in the midst of all your Chaos —
Yes. I can agree, I do that for you.
I love doing that for you. And you
don’t know those moments, when
you’re doing that for me, too.
But you’re not my Lighthouse.
I don’t like that word,
I don’t like that analogy.
That symbolism, that
metaphor.
I think you’re my Sexy Lamp.
A sexy shape. A sexy Lamp.
One of those more curvy ones.
The lamps that have a bit of
groovy neon lights and
embellishments. Decorations
around it. Not a Lava Lamp —
No. A sexy lamp. I can’t
describe it very well
in this poem.
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