Definition – (n.) One
who finds intelligence the most sexually attractive feature
She says
just talk to me
as if that is all
a man needs to stay
interested, conversations
and nothing more.
She says
that is all he’ll get,
that sex is not
the end result,
not the target of
a man’s mind.
What’s the fear?
A phallus aimed
directly at her,
eager to penetrate
her inner workings
and reach her mind
in terms of passion
and not of ideas?
So a man is
supposed to sit and
talk about the ways
the wind blows and
take no interest in
wanting to get
to know her on
a more personal level?
Good luck with that.
This
is
not
how
I thought
this
story would
turn
out, me being
on
the outside looking
in
on unions happening
right
before my eyes and all I
had
to show for myself was a
feeling
of being left out of it all.
I
had no choice but to leave that place.
There
was
nothing left to accomplish by
continuing
to sit there and
feel
sorry for myself. I
walked
away from it all,
time
already being
too
late. I grabbed
my
ball and
headed
home.
A
drunk freshman
and
a wine bottle
sat
like bosom buddies
on
the curb right at
the
bus stop sign.
It
was her first weekend
away
from home, away
from
parental and neighborhood
eyes
who had watched over her
from
the time she was born
until
now. She had been
everyone’s
good girl but here
in
this college town she
couldn’t
wait to taste her
first
alcoholic freedom.
But
a first time sometimes
isn’t
a good time for limitations
are
like crossing over
foreign
borders without knowing
the
customs or the language.
So
she sits in a half stupor,
her
friends trying to keep
her
head bowed between her
parted
legs just in case
she
needs to vomit,
keeping
her shielded from
city
cop cruisers passing by,
ready
to take in any young
inebriated
student for
public
drunkenness. But
no
one passes by except a
car
full of sorority sisters who
see
this sight of freshman
misery
and break out in
annoying
laughter for they
remember
being a part of this
drunken
spectacle a time before.
Now
they find it somewhat
funny
that the college party cycle
has
begun once again.
It’s
always been
about
a woman.
He’s
never made
any
moves without
some
possibility of
keeping
his bed
warm. My friend
told
me he’s now
out
west all because
of
someone he knew, said
it
didn’t work out and
now
he’s trying to make
the
best of it. I
told
my friend to say
no
more for I already
knew
how this story went.
He’ll
stay out there
just
as long as he can
get
laid for he tends to
find
more beds when he’s
adrift. But I knew he’d
decide
to go somewhere else
right
when he finds himself
running
low on sexual healing.
