In courtesy I find What most people define Something about love That doesn’t seem kind Perhaps a disjunction Of thoughts and prayers Grand assumptions Of how you got there And I’ll always remember That kind of smile She eventually looks back It takes awhile. It takes some space Having time in between Get with the reason Forget being mean And make a taboo A sincere ultimatum I can only bear look down As I am masking frustration What is behind me And what is my ode? Starless nights Amidst a moral code I can see all my time I was desperately there Never had a sex life As I stayed very square Too frequent to say I don't really know Being squeamish When accompanied by hoes And I'll never find one I have too many fears I look back Drifting through the years What can I say For feelings I miss Loveless sex Without intimateness Or do I not give in To bare temptation? If shyness implores me I stick with masturbation The humble depths...
A collection by Patrick Smith