"Fashion is what one wears, oneself. What is unfashionable is what other people wear. Other People are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself. To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance." --Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband

Sky's Ode to Sky
Who's that handsome devil in the mirror, there?
Like, you know, whatever.
I'm way too deep for you, ugly poor person.
*strums guitar*
Nobody gets in HERE, man.
*points finger to head*

I'll let you look upon my hot countenance
If you do my homework, wash my laundry,
Scrub my back, and sing my praises
Forever.

I, the Lord your Sky,
Am a jealous god, and
One that's easy on the eyes.
Worship me with fanatical devotion and
Leave behind any and all thoughts of
Having a life, a love, thoughts of
Your own.

Sky's Devotee Responds
"And I will be the one . . . "
Fare thee well, my own,
My Sky.
You've lost your home inside my self.
I'm not moving on; I had no choice.
I found your self in another's voice.

From cookie slave to demon lord,
Comrade, secret lover, and friend,
When I became a woman,
Childish things found their end.

"To hold you down, kiss you so hard,
I'll take your breath away."
I'm very so sorry, I've found a new muse.
I'll introduce you to him;
He's just like you . . . IS you,
And always was.

"Every breath you take, I'll be watching you."
I breathe life from you, borrowed,
And swooning dizziness
Karate-chops me in the trachea.
One more, and then another last kiss,
These thermo-caloric explosiae,
Pyrokinetic possession,
Grinds its way into my animus,
Wild as minks in heat, trapping-season.

Sky's Rebuttal
"Goodbye, my lover."
I'm your Winnie the Pooh, and Tigger too.
I'm your pigtails, tea parties,
And dress-up dolls.  You
May look back one day
And loftily sigh,
To show regret for losing your Sky.