A Writer’s Work On A Woman III

The difficulty lies,
Not in a man’s ignorance of a woman’s wants,
Daunting as they are to realise;
But rather in the seeming impossibility of fulfilling her desires.
So that attention will not fill her tank,
And bags of best friends – her bank.
Neither permanence nor security.

He who has loved plenty
Will be knowledgeable,
And he who pays attention
Will realise…

It takes more than a cheque, be it blank
More than he can give or lend.
It’s more than just a matter of solvency
But more about being dissolved,
Being sucked into her womb, and
Repaying the debt for bearing you.

Only when you’re in her arms,
And sucking from her breast,
Will her desires be satisfied
And the difficulty dies.

 

© Heath Muchena, 2013

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