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Come Be With Me
A Poem
I’d like to use this forum, dear Asha, to tell the world how much I want you.
But you always fly away on a wing — maybe you’re a feminist even though you really love men.
More boys than I can count come to your door and sometimes you treat me like just an acquaintance or a distant cousin.
I need you to do me a favor, my love, don’t be shy — it’ll fill me with grief.
Maybe it’s cultural, you may not like me that much although I have more love in my finger than a lot of men.
I was given more than my fair allowance of passion, and I spend it all trying to scratch out a living of loving you.
It’s quite the trend; maybe you prefer men with more height?
I have a vision of a place and time for just us.
I say let them drill, I don’t care. I’ll just sit here on my pony and pout about the lack of reciprocity and all your lace trimmings.
We’re in quite a deficit, it’s true, so please take note of this memorandum which serves to make a good problem worse.
I could give a seminar on sex, but I need you in order to do that. So be brave and lie with me. I will protest any other lover besides you, they don’t have the round body and the hair I love.
