God speaks to She who will not Listen
Wendy Wachtel

Dead, dead is he to me who took a maybe till with unthinking lips she said
yes,yes,yes, she said please, I love you too much, yet my mind sinks into uncertain
thoughts of he or I, or he and I both burning aching tempting fate that fucked me well.

"God," I scream, "why here, now, with silver lusty he?"

God, silent with thought echoes in my mind, "she is not for he."

Bullshit! She gave herself over to be more than one passing ship, fuck buddy for
one night, forgetting all pains

"Bye" he said, saliva on his lips with sticky white morning dew careful not to burn
his heart.

"Fuck!" she said, forgiving him and letting go of her own trembling hand, she
cries . . .

"Is this what happens?" Be on my merry mind and he goes off in his shackled,
merry way? Why can't he see beyond the one-time slut {she is not for real, not pink,

not simple,
just girlish and untimely in her
fake gentle manner}

She screams.

NOT TRUE Second guy, gorgeous love, love me, please, at least for one more
night.

He smiles and shakes his head, he won't talk, won't fall

"Is this what happens . . ."then?

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