he/she/afterA Poem by Robwillsthere are places and people who should never be together
He
dreams of s***s of damp fetid female places spent semen flowing down the thighs of working class perspiring w****s and savours the scent of their slattern like odours the image of their femaleness recreated, reinterpreted for his own quiet desperations he dreams in isolation from his unsullied hygienic space dreaming creates them to satisfy his needs, denying their humanity yet underscoring his own inhumanity She
dreams darkly, fear of failed love and romance, picket fences, soft glances, to memories of maleness on her body,
so bitter sweet still with her but no longer willing to be what he requires; oh those dreams deny her, seeping thru the cracks of sanity wet damp curls run with septic rivulets of wanting, curse her ideals and hackneyed phrases to stay reality she reaches out for kindred empty shadows and finds......... his own AfterThen, as the ash falls to the sheets he would ask the age old, well did it? and reply , for him there is none as this is an empty question there is no answer, his dreams are not reality just stained thoughts, used-car sex and of dirt twisted dampness, lusts that can never satisfy, for they will be denied; whilst hers, are finality © 2008 RobwillsReviews
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1 Review Added on February 9, 2008 AuthorRobwillsAdelaide, AustraliaAboutBeen a sailor..farmer..last position was in CT..now retired always a rolling stone, now the stones are heavier but i manage more..Writing
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