For Lisa

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)

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