Alone

So, my liberal minded friend, just how often

Will your immoral exploits endear

You more

To me?

Wall flower that I am, I have learned

Sitting upon my double single bed

I must become a learned sage

Quiet and self contained.

So much you have seen and done.

So much I have seen and done,

And no one believes

No one asks.

I’ll not write the story of promiscuous love

Nor youthful exploits, only desperate

Lust and in the end

Embarrassment.

Not for me, mind you.  No, no not for me.

Yes, I’ve screwed him and hated it

Angry and no make up

He was drunk.

But no, I’m not embarrassed, well

Not now.  Just contemplative

Somehow.  Contemplative.

A little tired.

You, you wander the planet

Searching for arguments and

Philosophic discussion, while I

Sit now with my conviction.

Wallflower that I am, sitting upon

My double single bed. 

Now and still an embarrassment

But stronger alone.

And alone reading your story.

(For my mentor)

Sandra K Woodiwiss  © 2012