From Songs of Limbs and Flesh and Heart Perhaps Too :: Creative Writing Essays

From Songs of Limbs and Flesh and Heart Perhaps also Am I desirable?le dsir/ desire Without the self-consistent reminder that the amorous subject is found sexually appealing, there is an attending to physical detail, a reassessment of worth, and of balance surrounded by what is called inner and outer(prenominal) beauty1. In the mirror I am searching for what the new(prenominal) will be drawn to. And not only the other, yet anyone strangers, foes, erstwhile(prenominal) lovers. I am scanning legs, hair, and curve of thigh. Is it elbow, or nape of manage? For though in the past I fled from those who took little interest in me as a person, I now crave this one-track regard and when I at last seem to be appreciated for who I am. Hence a constant sense of unrest, seeking an other who balances these twain desires. (Although I am inclined to believe that the latter must have, to some(a) degree, the same lure to the superficial, only is more capable of hiding it for reasons o f flake or perhaps sexual feat.)2. I have bought these new fit out - tighter/shorter/more exposing - for the purpose that the other will take note of the behavior my body looks in them, for a possible verbal response to a carnal reaction. Here I do not expect much, but wish perhaps the other could muster the words of Federico Garcia Lorca, To see you in the altogether is to remember the earth. I am thus seeking affirmation, approval. It boils down to public sexual attention. I need to be reminded that the other finds me more than sufficiently, overwhelmingly at times, alluring. II.Looking at LipsI was once told that the dent between our lips and our noses is the fingerprint of an angel who has erased all knowledge of past lives before we atomic number 18 reborn into new ones. I find that my pinky fits nicely into mine, and oppugn if perhaps fuller-lipped people had more memory that needed erasing, more kindle lives to be forgotten. Today my lips feel warm. They are chapping and at last weft up color, which I welcome (sans chapstick) to my otherwise pale features. In wide-eyed school, my teachers seemed thin-lipped. In fashion magazines, gaunt women are featured with round, luscious lips. I can imagine the way their lips bundle up for the lipstick, then relax, allowing the gloomy stick to pull them side to side.