When Feeling Up Is No Longer Possible
A warning for those who might blindly wed
The fingers that once brought ecstacy
Once kindled and fired bliss
Now stoke pain
Not cutting like a knife
Still, will leave scars
Though the wounds will never heal
How; why do so many come to this?
Could this dislike, distaste, sheer disdain
Have been born in sexual bliss?
Was this preordained?
Unavoidably destined?
Unalterably required?
To come to this?
No energy left for vehemence
Hate not worth the effort now
Probing fingers, imploring tongue
Cannot give rise to such feelings
Adverse to love
Now that the love has been so long dead
David Tecumseh Schmidt
Copyright ©2004 David Tecumseh Schmidt
