By Channy
Date: 23 March 2000
Impotence
You persued me with the subtle grace
of A Jack Dempsey Terrier
Dogged in your determination
To have me
and Mark me as your territory,
knowing damned well
that you could never possess me
for more than an instant---
and even then,
only as much as I would allow.
My "no" was a yellow jacket
trapped in your heart,
And you wore me down
till I stopped listening to reason
and took a sublease
on a street of lunatics
so I could feel more at ease
baying at the moon with you.
Only now
you have tired of the game,
and are lumbering off
scenting the breeze
for new heart to bite down hard on.
You say I knew the deal,
and it was nice
and don't let the door
hit me too hard on the ass
but you won't meet my eye.
The joke's on you, you bastard.
You were the one playing---
so only you cared about winning.
I get to be normal again,
and relish silently
the fact that I held back my heart,
that in the last instant
all you really got
was time and skin.
You don't own me
you heartless bastard---
that's why you tried
so very hard
to steal mine.
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