Well, I'm kryptonite after all
I've defeated her
broken down that wall of indignance
of comparisons
of I'm superwoman
of you're too promiscuous
not quite clean enough
smoke too much
of you did and you've had
I think she's seen
that the greenest grass
grows from the dirt underneath
she shows me hers
and changed the game
for once I played with fire
fiery lust, just a candle really
half a hand job and no heartache
when I'll break through I'll make it to her
now it blazes, affection
she claims I broke her
but I just told the dame I love her
I really did.
Umm, aren't I the callous male poetic?
the Bukowski
prophecising lust and love skin-deep
I've revoked my right
to crass brash bravado
my foot just got 100 pounds heavier
by virtue of what it steps on, if I do
I've got to be gentle
What a shame
what a responsibility
what an honor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem