Deky Boy - I have, and it's great.

southern bell - thank you very much.

Hmm. Maybe I should post another poem.

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I use it as I need it;
this fund of love I own
stored safely in my basement floor
in a space with room for more
behind chest and key and lock and door
so I will never play the whore
and be sharp of wit against the war
that wages in my bone.

He knows not of the breathless sigh
of hands across his back.
I see his face in my mind’s eye
and wonder if he thinks of I
or if we’ll ever chance to lie
in bed a mask of sheet and thigh;
I leave these musings and I die
of needing what I lack.

I keep it in my basement;
perhaps it waits there still
for me to come and let it out
with banging arms and lungs of shout
or with a lip all plump with pout
but I know what its all about
a little death of fear and doubt.

So I leave it
and I believe it
can only hurt what it can’t kill.