Physical

i know how busy you are
how stressed is every nerve
in your flesh
i say hello and you complain
about a lifestyle that you never choose
the work of a lifetime
service to God and mankind
outstanding woman
in the field of finding the cure
to human ills,

you blurt to all these weariness
at first i cannot believe it
you demanding outright sex inside your car
which i think is very unlikely of your stature
a woman known for her moral reservations
admired for her religious restraints
but here you are
wanting to through everything out of the window

i pity you and i do not refuse to serve
the goddess of humanity
it is crazy i keep telling myself silently
but this is reality with you

i kiss your hair
you suck everything that i have only for myself.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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