16. of 26 - Invisible Fire

​A piercing gaze, supplies daydreams for days, whale songs swoon, like the heart delivers praise.
Time is naughty, with the contact we desire, to cease the yearnings, that cause good will to expire.
Crank your neck, dart your eyes, escape the delusions, crying sweet little lies.
What I think, is not mutually shared, lost in nostalgia, where youth’s logic is impaired.
Learn from leers, the code of peers, appeal discriminates, beyond its years.
Guts wrench, the contents that brew stench, if only I had the charisma to bed that wench.
I live for perversion, to stoke my loins, overlooking flaws, showered by gold coins.
Worth is a jig, to crack a smile, mirroring attraction, sparking beguile.
Hold the line, spew your desire, pupil’s throats coughing an invisible fire.  

ChatGPT's response as a contrarian:

As a contrarian, one could interpret this poem as a critique of the societal expectations and desires around sexuality and attraction. The speaker seems to be acknowledging the power dynamics at play, as they refer to "the code of peers" and the appeal that discriminates beyond one's years. However, the speaker also seems to be engaging in objectification and a focus on superficial attraction, as evidenced by their desire to "bed that wench" and their interest in "overlooking flaws, showered by gold coins."


Overall, the poem may be seen as a commentary on the ways in which societal norms around sexuality and attraction can lead to objectification and superficiality, and how these norms can also perpetuate harmful power dynamics.