Cynicism Isn't Always Realism

Caitlin thinks that we're in love,
A pretty thought, but I've my doubts.
At twenty-two, she's not attuned to
Our respective baser needs. She
Cannot find a steady job. She's
Always broke, but I can feed her,
Lead her from coworkers' couches
To my bed with flannel sheets,
And I become a dashing figure,
Not the faded, graying man,
I was before she clung to me.
We gain, but are we truly lovers?
I don't know. I'm glad she's here.
I melt when I can make her laugh,
And gasp, ecstatic, when we're rutting
(Almost never after eight). I wonder,
Are our baser needs the building blocks
Of love?



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-10-03 at 03:00

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