The Equity

Oh, blatant inequality between a man and a woman! I could plainly glean that from the little rendezvous we had last night. I was intolerably bad in how I behaved: a tongue-tied man, unwilling to be content with less than a pledge of paradise sealed by a kiss, together uptight and excited with your reticence, the glitter of your rings, the strange configuration of the wings behind your back... The crapulence, the crumbs in lonely bed I curse when morning comes. All kind of equities is just a fraud: I dream about you, you dream me not.