Sex and Ego

a poem

Image by Alexandr Ivanov from Pixabay

I don’t know how I could miss you…
Self-serving, impervious, unreachable you,
with your gaping-mouthed sleep
and fork-tongued smile…
duplicitous, devastating,
craftily devouring men
too blinded by sex
(and ego)
too dumbstruck and panting
to know to run away