Women
(Epoch Two: 1983-1985)

I know she does exist.
Though I've experienced
The hurt of her unfeeling.
Her soft poetic-like stroll,
My wondering eyes have seen.
Though the rest of me
Too afraid to follow.

I know she does exist.
From what I see
Though appealing
From a callous raw centerfold.
Which leaves my longing heart
Utterly hollow.

I know she does exist.
Though deaf to her shout
Of sexual hurt.
Purely a voyeur,
Though it is my wish
To be passionately one with her.

Does she know I exist?
Though she carried me through birth.
Ever since, it has seemed
We've been a million miles apart.
Imprisoned by self-doubt,
Will I ever feel free
To reach out?

Reaching mid years
My tears passionately wonder.