She
by Genea Foster
increased blood flow from one beating heart to each vein and capillary.
skin pulsates, flushed, tingly, warm red.
pores coming alive,
a rhythmic thump in the left side of my chest,
and a rib cage expanding to the brink of an explosion but it quickly collapses.
these 3 systems systematically come together, syncing with her bodily waves.
What a reaction comes from corneas, pupils, and light.
But there's also smell and touch.
All fine-tuned to react to the chemistry of my body.
Too bad the science of attraction knows not of morals, bibles, torahs and Korans.
Society depicts this image of Barbies and Kens living happily together,
Statically moving their plastic parts,
Much like the maneuvering of the strings on a marionette.
My life and yours alike were not made to be lived
on a factory line, just like clockwork, under some doctrine.
Fuck society
Fuck plastic parts
Fuck the melting pot
My heart races because of her.
Muscles better and nerves more.
My only wish is for her to peer through the magical oracles of love.
Maybe then she could see me as a guy?
Maybe then she won't be so timid.
Maybe then she could carelessly love a girl, like me, who she says is so great.
And because the world moves faster than the mind,
I'll have to wait till they all catch up.
While I sit next to her and smile and forget the most humanistic of tasks;
Signal from the bladder to brain,
Right foot then left foot,
Your train stops here.