Vanessa Matic’s latest poem has landed on our electronic doorstep. The previous poems by this 22-year old poet/hustler/muse/model from New York can be found here, here and here. Read it after the break.

I’ll take a polaroid show me who you
are and I let you be this part for me
Now I know how gentlemen feel I’m
behind the wheel and this is really real

You can be the whore in my screen
I could only want you more in my
dream Then curiosity stopped me
Saw your disease burn right of me

Now you’re tossing sentiments put
back down your hands it’s not how I
feel

Rip you open like a peach split by the
sun You’ll open up your lust and say it’s
really love I’ll lead you thru the dust and

tell you that I’m leaving .. Let you ride on
your own, is it a happy feeling?

There’s too much touching and it’s lost
on me Your to much lusting drown in
me I got so much time to chose Not
enough to lose For it’s not worth it, I
prefer what you think you see

It must be me

Colors of the morning shape shifting
Lovers layers left in the bed unclear
If a warning or just pretending to be
Wet drops remind me of rainy stars
Wet drops remind me of your belly
and thighs Distantly unclear a million
in one shiny fears threading on a rope
of tiny dreams Glistening like snow in
the headlights reflecting a glow you
cannot hold A flake dissolve in hope
you’d wait

No one ever offers escape

– Vanessa Matic