Posted by My clouded mind.
Filled with erotic exhibitions
of provocative women.
They would judge me,
call broken.
So I quickly label myself,
to rob them of wealth.
You can’t sting me if I am already numb;
my immature rationale.
The truth is,
I was four when I saw my first pubic,
hairs blossom from the soft parts of the female human.
The glow of her white skin,
a retro image of nice things.
And I will never forget,
the sound vibrating out of the speaker set.
I’ve been chasing that feeling ever since.
Gabriel K. Jones 