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BRINGING HOME THE STRAYS
2. Sex Before Marriage
he had a hard life & couldn't get an erection, these types are not virile & mostly are very tired, sexually they are usually no good, either misogynist, burnt out or overall inadequate, battered by their mothers, who were regularly & routinely joined by the passive or absent fathers, or they fell in love & got hurt just that once, maybe so badly they will never love again, furthermore they will take it out on every other woman for the rest of their lives, those carriers of the damaged goods inside, it's like that time when you got damaged, mostly you can mend as time will heal all wounds, but then again, sometimes there will be something permanent done, that can never mend inside you, no matter how strong you get, like a black spot on a cold sun, or that orange hydrogen storm that spends all its life raging across jupiter, it's out there in space or darkly inside you, you know we are all tainted in some small way, how i wish it wasn't true, i want there to be a heaven inside, because i believe i was born with it there, so now i look for men that are charred, i blow on their cinders whilst thinking of clouds, it is something about the smell of nicotine or the old coats, it is about the elegant hands of these weakened men, their fragile stooped shoulders & that look of a little boy & about the anger inside them yet to be reached, it's about in that shattered little boy i'm used to rejection & being kicked in the face whilst lying in a mud puddle look, that brings me running with the hot drinks, the handkerchief to dab the forehead, my heart full of attraction, anguish & on my silly sleeve for them, but where is the heart of the derelict man?, i looked upon his sleeve & found nothing, but a dirty old cufflink, it's about the potential of love, the power of bringing something back to life, it is about bringing home the strays into my bed & about me holding by body against their tired beaten into frame & their sad little lostness & the emptiness of them, now i know this may surprise you, but it tells you something about the life i've had |
