Reality was in my bed when I woke up today
At first so unfamiliar not seen his face in weeks
I thought I might seduce him as I’d nothing much to say
Coherent conversation’s what the interloper seeks
So why I asked him would you pick on me to offer that
I’m famous for my lack of thought especially in bed
He thinks that deep within I am not actually a prat
My body not as beautiful as what’s inside my head
Explain to him that all I want is distance and remove
Those men who come quite literally and fail to leave a trace
I like a bit of rough but with a body steely smooth
Hygenically some men don’t even need to kiss my face
Reality is crying says he wants to be my friend
I sense his weakness instigate a quick and happy end


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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