A native talent
December 31, 2013 at 1:48am
Pure love
the fear and trembling of first love, the fragrance, the illusions of romance, where were they now?
Eradicated by camouflage clothes. Eradicated by lining up...
yelling out a number...
being counted...
marching to work.
Snuffed out by bitter struggle.
The physical needs of an animal were what remained. What frightened me was not that around me there were no woman to love ,
but that if put to the test I could not have found love left in me.
My emotions had grown as coarse as my hair... There was as much gentleness in my eyes as in an Eagles stare...
Sex is, after all, a native talent...
With the loss of love,
we return to the physical...
