Friday, January 05, 2007

it becomes tougher still
scabbed, perhaps
so on Friday I'll set on her again
and see if I can fuck things up for her -
have her aching back at me,
with those eyes staring intently,
sadly,
wanting something more
than decency allows.

I think these days,
I think we'll never see their kind again.
Some special dispensation
for immediate attraction.
It is time to make the most of it.

2 comments:

keed said...

hard poetry

The Shadow Cabinet said...

Poetry is hard.