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