Saturday, 19 November 2011

Before The Fact

nights like these
when you recoil from my touch
revulsion scored deep
excuse dog-eared
primed ready to go
at page 53
I fear that I will
never again enjoy
the needful tender embrace
of a woman
while I am sill able
to offer back
anything less than chaste
and in some
lugubrious future
if taken to task
about some transgression past
you accusatory “why?”
will need one simple reply
“do you really need to ask?”

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