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"Compassionate Libido"
by Jeph Johnson
Her vision fashions rainbows
I have yet to dream,
but when I close my eyes
a darker side's revealed.
Her description (even though
it's best she's never seen
in most of what I write)
provides graceful ordeals.
A "compassionate libido."
(she knows what I mean
and all the truth's I've lied)
tears I've cried she feels.
My wisdom's inapropos
to her seasoning.
I want this poem to epitomize
(besides her face) ideals,
but this isn't how it goes
building self-esteem.
She sent me home to rationalize,
deciding just how she'll
condition and control,
after all my themes
convert the life I fantasize
into a dream that's real
