A Confession Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro

I admit the need,
Entangled in her limbs,
I have never admitted
My pretendin' and posturin',
Nothin' but bluffin',
Nothin' but coquetry

I long for her, and yet
I cannot deny what
My better self disowns,
For my distraction
Brings such satisfaction
To the cravin' within

Therefore I turn my back
On her and ride away
Those questionin' eyes
That are fixed upon me!
What can they do but haunt me
As empty night closes in

© Cowboy Coleridge