Umbrella Man

 

Lately I've been pondering

the ins and outs of love

sorting thru my own desires

and

who I want to be

 

I have come to the conclusion

that I'm good enough as-is

contrary to someone else's opinion

of me

 

I have determined what I do not want

what I cannot tolerate

a man who decides what I need

rather than listening to me

 

I don't need a teacher

I don't need a guide

I don't need a sugar daddy to give me a free ride

yes I know this is a terrible poem

 

I have reached a time in my life

in which I am ready to relax

and rest and be joyful

with a LOVER

 

not a mentor and not a preacher

not a child and not

 

I could go on and on

 

I want a lover

 

I want an UMBRELLA MAN...

who is somehow above me, over me

but not to correct

but to protect

 

I need to feel his embrace

even if unseen

I need to know he's there

someone

who

rises above

and loves

no matter what

 

this will bring out

the trusting woman in me

 

Oh! sweet cafe

the landfill for thoughts

the garbage disposal for dreams

where nothing is really as it seems

 

 

 

Reviews

[Teenage poet]

You may not think it is a good poem. But to be honest it is an excelent poem. The way it flows onward as you can't stop reading or else you think the whole world will stop.

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Inspired by the love of my life, Phylo Gumbo, who wrote the most beautiful poems upon my back as I rode him and plucked out all his leg hairs one by one. He also let me paint his toenails.