I read an article today about the power a woman has over a man once she lets him make love to her. I have always hated the concept that women "give" or "allow" and men "take" or "receive". But it takes generations to change those kinds of notions and that kind of language. We are not there yet.
Anyway, it inspired this poem:
When She Let Him
She wanted a husband
Not a lover
So he grabbed
his balls
And ran for
cover
She wanted a
future
Not just a past
So he grabbed
his heart
And ran really
fast
She wanted a
servant
At her service
He shouted out
loud
Is this what
love is
She wanted a
trinket
His heart would
do
Okay he was me
So what would
you do
©2009 Dave Tutin / openD LLC
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