Human to human, skin to skin
I see her smile and I begin
to strip her down inside my mind
while in reality my words are kind.
I see her pain, I know that hurt
I’ve worn that sweater, I own that shirt.
She wears it tight, pretends it’s armor
She fears the thought that another could love her.
Maybe I should stick with what I know
should find a man and let her go.
Still like the cock, still like it thick
but most cocks are attached to dicks.
(written in 2008)