"I will; it's an expression."
"You just want to stick it in."
Sir, I've tried other roses,
putting her on top
("You just want me to do all the work.")
eating her
("You know I don ' t like it; it's filthy.
If
you don't watch out, I'll pee all over you.")
stroking her only
("You don't like to stroke; all you want
to
do
is put it in.")
masturbating her
("You are so dumb, you can't keep your finger
on it, you know nothing about women, you stroke
and rub too hard, you make me sore.")
It
will all work itself out eventually.
I try
masturbating (I get nothing out of this but depression.)
her masturbating me (I feel Quilty; she is feeling nothing)
asking her to suck me ("No-you are filth ")
coming in her after 1 minute (I feel guilty again;' she is
feeling nothing and I am using her; this is a shared experience)
coming in her after 5 seconds (Even more I am using her; I am
impotent; she can never have an organism)
Sir, I love your daughter.
In her breathing and acts I know she wants your memory.
When all waves
are washing in from the north sea
like lives lived in love
moment after moment
and love is an open docking
this is a phase,
all will work out presently.
In Vienna, the lovers
cuddle themselves
home
in a gondola
after a night of dancing
where, twenty years before,
I saw your daughter's hair
and loved her heart, her body.
She turned, after a date, with upstretched arms,
hoping for a kiss, my arms were ready like a baby half-drowned
in the sea.
