Split decision

I hate them –
Their brutal careless strength,
Their sweat, their dirt, their body odor,
Their dominating sexual aggression.
Being restrained, controlled, manipulated,
Forced to submit, forced to be passive,
Forced to respond against my will,
My body betraying me to side with the enemy,
I was forced to be their tool and their toy.

I love them –
Their strong male personae,
Their supple shifting muscles,
Their gleaming wet bodies,
Hair in plastered patterns,
Acting on instinct – sure and secure,
Self-possessed and confident,
Uncaring of the consequences;
I still worship, captive at their idol altars.

lee

Hey Lee,
this reminds me about your writings in Stockholm syndrome thread. I almost can see "him" (perfect male - bad guy) trough reading this poem.
It seems to me that you've moved so much since than!
Keep sharing with us !
Pero

thanks, Pero.

i can always depend on you to be encouraging.
i wasn't feeling so good until you reminded me that i've moved ahead since then.

Lee

wow traveler ,powerful poetry and so relevant. keep on writing keep on pushing through. your great man

thanks, newground.

sometimes i just throw it out there because it feels better afterwards - like vomiting. and afterwards there is some relief of lessening of the pain - like i really am expelling something toxic.

lee