So carefully that they remain unsaid, unexpressed, unfelt,
In the wasteland of unrealized desires and missed chances.
Strut your stuff
Like a middle-aged voluptuous Cuban goddess
Passing like a proud vessel down the street,
The sea of gazes part before her.
Care, a little or a lot
Don't let things slip into oblivion
because it's too much effort otherwise.
Expose yourself
Guarding whatever you have to give
Will wither you to a dried up fruit
That never had the fortune to be tasted.
Allow your blood to boil
Move, jump, kick and dance,
React to the flesh that excites and inspires,
To the proximity of hot skin and burning breath.
Change something, anything
Yourself, the world, to any degree you can,
For the better. Or at least try.
Fuck being careful
Risks measured on a balance sheet
Will make you plump and limp
Before your time.
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