I wonder if it's because we think alike or what, but I can always relate to your poems, in the same way I can relate to Sheryl's songs, as a woman. You know what I mean? I so love reading a poem that as I go i'm like..
yeahh I'm liking this, and how you don't want it to end!
I'll go through step by step if you don't mind.
honey kiss, sugar trips
I wish I were blind
to the grace you offer
my own wish dying in the hands I see
I liked it from the "sugar trips" part- then the second line comes in and suddenly I'm like- uh oh, why do you want to be blind from someone who offers the sugar trips.. (also i'm a huge fan of slick rhyming- kiss/trip
) I like the anominity of the "hands," so you don't know exactly who is killing her wishes.
I push demons of my own creation
into your convictions
dripping with saccharine
so lovely and cold
I play the wimpering goddess act
over and out
on you, waiting in the wings
testing the captive audience
hiding when the play is over
i just really relate to this. Testing someone to see how they will respond, playing an act you know it's not you but it's really a test.. Awesome "saccharine" - the fake, alternative to the sugar mentioned earlier. i like the sense she's stirring up trouble and then hiding in the wings, waiting to see what happens.
finding new things
that work, each time
I present myself and
discover
you're still there
patient, willing, unrelenting force
very self-incriminating as we see the narrator repeating these acts and the receiver just calming waiting.. and it comes down to the question, do you keep on pushing/testing and eventually 'let the monster eat you' or do you acknowledge it's an act and...
should surrender be an option?
surrender..
The last bit reminds me of U2 (hehe always relates!) in how with AB and Fly they changed their image, pushed their fans, the band & the musical world as far as they could, exposed and embraced ironies & contradictions.. and at the end of Pop, they realize.. if they keey going, they will eventuallly become that "goddess in the wings" if you will, become the people they really are not. So they let they go and allow themselves to change.
Sorry if this makes no sense. I just really related to the poem! thanks April!