Women used to lure me, right in off the street
my hands on their hips.
Ah, that sweet thought
gave rise to heat…
And I’d see them standing, anywhere,
and I’d watch them all;
my fantasies unfolding, I could hear
the siren’s call.
But now I’m getting older
and my feet are finding ground,
and my crotch no longer points me
at all things … soft and round.
And I praise God for favors
and a heart that’s turned to clay
for I can see my sisters smiling now
and have the strength to turn away.
gallagher
20 June 1985
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
This entry was posted on Thursday, June 20th, 1985 at 00:00 and is filed under 1985. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.