Friday, October 30, 2009

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I have had more sex than you...
The rage?
Jealousy?
Envy?
or just misunderstood...?
A time when youthful love making was stolen
A time for exploration of intimacy was robbed
replaced
exploit
lust
Time that heals is time thats lost.
Pain...
its time thats lost
Pain...
the years are gone
One man can come and rape your soul
One man can come and make it whole
Love making done with lovers
Love making done with friends
Love makes love making a lovers game
Fair!
Free!
For lovers fun!

I've made more love than you have done.
Sex! it unravels me
Like a bright and green summer tree
bitten,
cold airs cool kiss
green leaves
die and fall and flee
the branch of what was once a summer tree.

Springs warmth and summer rains
will come again

New fruit
New leaves
And a brand new summer tree

Misunderstood!
Sex and Love and Joy and Pain
Tears that hurt
Tears that drain
and time and tears with love and patience
I can once again
Be Whole!

2 comments:

wozzel said...

wow. you really do write from somewhere rather deep. good stuff.

Juanne de Abreu said...

Thank you very much. It is a rather personal poem that took me a long time before i published it here.

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