When I was young,
love was breath
and heartbeat--
and fear of Mama,
offset by the comfort
of my lovely Nana.
And my father--
where was he?
Then I entered manhood-
fierce and stark, knowing
women before I knew them.
My lust for their bodies
kept my love at bay--
like a cowed dog it
whimpered, only
longing to be petted.
I was not kind but not
cruel, eagerly entering...
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