Here Lusting

Trust me.
I am here lusting!
But not for you.

If I said I had a lust for life...
Would you shy away?
Believing my naked statement,
Lacks something more to be addressed?
That I could reveal in another way.

Or could you accept a limpness I expose.
Perhaps with a wish for that,
To be further clothed.
In a tangible way...
Some may choose,
I chose to refuse.
And not to indulge or pose to bare.
Disregarding of what others do or say.

And who really cares?
Once my blemishes and flaws,
Have been made aware.
And I've been compared as average.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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