so you think words

and love

should come easy

or that they ought to come sweetly

and neatly?

you like to pretend

your sticky cotton candy attitude

prevails in this world

passing a little girl’s make believe wand

to remove the evil

or malicious intent

seen and unseen

you think people are inherently

good

your pain was an accident

a misunderstanding

his misuse of your emotions

a faus paux

a cosmic ooops

thus enabling you to walk around

in a state of bewilderment and befuddlement

asking why me

beating your breast

while requesting answers that should be

self-evident

you smell like prey

a willing game piece

drawing Lotharios, predators

men who render your flesh

meat in their jaws

occasionally swallowed whole

without being chewed

or loved

yet you continue to advertise

a willingness to be a victim

scenting the wind with foolishness

silly expectations

of a white picket fence

cozy condo

so eager to fall in love

keen for a romantic dream

the reality dismays you

disconcerting in its messiness

its vim, its verve

you are the physical proof

that the simple

does not always evolve to the complex

how can you ever understand authentic

physical love?

get thee to a nunnery

foolish child

where you can dream of a passion

safely

in a virginal godly seraglio