you want love
we all do -
but your eyes know love
in ways your heart does not

the ones your eyes choose
vacuum out the barrel of your chest
when they clean out of your life -
every single time

you want good sex
we all do -
but your hands know haste
in ways your heart does not

the ones your hands choose
scrub all your sensitive places
making you thick-skinned and sore -
every single time

you masochistic fool
you want love and good sex
we all do -
your eyes and hands
know nothing of either.

or perhaps
you have a heart
with only eyes and hands
maybe we all do -

will love and good sex
be forever replaced -
with beauty and with haste?