09 Mar 00

 

 

The sexual me

 

 

Is the one

 Beyond which

I hope you can see

The one who controls

Only part of my needs

 

Is the one

That brought you

To me

The one that easily tires

Of the ones he meets

 

Is the ruin

With which happiness competes

Is a bigger part

Than I like to admit

To those with me

 

 

By

 

 

Everett E. Phillips, III