i'm caught between f@ck her & poor girl
i still send out love vibes
how could i ever hate her
or wish her ill...?
i think of where she is what she's doing who she's doing
the sexual positions she enjoys on top?
is she laughing crying having makeup sex with young mr. studly
stepping out on him he stepping out on her
trying to win her back trying to...
they tell me to be myself
but not to play the wounded lover
& how i shouldn't seek exclusive rights to anyone anymore
that's o so non-adult especially for these cynical & hedonistic times
there's only one way to go in all directions
polyamorous & perverse
if she were mine i'd plant my flag
i'd plow her field
i'd lay my tired face in her fertile loam
i'd taste her earth
smell her fragrances
worship her pleasure her with lips tongue
explore her with experienced hands
"absence makes the heart grow fonder"
another young woman of my acquaintance tells me
yes but "out of sight out of mind..."
"what has she given you?" asks a friend confidant
what hasn't she?
even now she gives me these words
even now with time & space between
living other lives she nurtures me from afar
she renews my manhood
by my lessened tears i know she frees me
i see her in memory
does she see me...?
--JSW aka GP