Disdainfully she says that men
are lured by the promise of sex,
while women by companionship,
to build some haven from the winds,
an evening under the same blanket
on a sofa, watching some classic movie
that is common territory, nothing
more intimate than a head held
against a shoulder, a hand
slowly caressing hair, without
indication given it could or should
lead to more. And men, she says,
just want to fuck and have someone
to do the dishes and vacuuning
and dusting, or half of it
with the younger ones; the lazy,
horny bastards. You have
to give a lot to them, those
males, to be able to rest your head
on his shoulder in comfort for one
or two evenings each week,
and you got to keep training him
so that the hand on your
shoulder, or the one caressing
your hair, doesn't wander and
spoil it all, that one moment
when it feels worth it.
02.04.2024
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