Remembrance of the feminine gender pulsate as echoing memories,
Voices of passionate ardor stimulate my nerve endings.
As I recall the strange configurations of love's hazy vision.
I hear voices that bend and blur together bringing back emotions.
She said, "Come over and see my art work."
I knew that I was going to get laid!
She said, "I hate you! You took advantage of me."
I wondered if she really cared.
She said, "I tell everyone how highly I think of you"
I said, "I'd rather have you hate me."
She said, "You would be perfect for me but you have no money"
I thought that she was perfect for me if not for her addictions.
She said, "Sex is so boring!"
I said, "So, what do you do for excitement?"
She said, "Every time I have sex with a man, I feel used!"
I wondered what bad experiences could generate such mangled emotions.
She said, "All I want from you is sex!"
I thought that if this is how it feels being used, use me up!
She said, "My boy friend beats me and put a knife to my throat."
I could not figure out why she kept going back to him.
She said, "You're an aggravating son of a bitch, but I love you!"
I said, "That if you love me, then why don't we make love?"
She said to the barmaid, "I'm a white witch and he's a gypsy poet."
I knew that I was in for a crazy night of wild love making!
She said, "You're not my type and it was all a big mistake."
I thought how could a month of great times and making love be a mistake?
She said, "Why didn't you call? You said we would be friends.
I said, "But we are friends."
Is this all I have left of my romantic relationships?
Cheap cliche two liners; each line is a different feeling person.
With whom I in some way became entangled!
Though out all the heart ache and disappointment,
As empty and hollow as it all was..................
I sure had fun!