risk
risk
you won’t be good for me
but I don’t care.
I know the connotations
of the colour of your hair.
red screams danger,
warning, stay away.
maybe I should try
a little danger fix
today.
you won’t be nice to me
and I don’t mind.
nice girls normally don’t
I often find.
and who needs nice
in preference
to rollercoaster thrills?
when nice can suffocate
and boredom slowly kills.
you won’t be faithful
I can see it in your eyes.
maybe that won’t matter
if it isn’t a surprise.
envy tinted eyes
are prone to wander,
I’ll take that chance.
I’ll try to think of us
as partners for the dance.
you’ll never love me
you’ve made that plain
I’ll hope the ecstasy
will numb the coming pain.
it’s just a gamble
we might expect to lose.
we stake our lives
- our instincts
never let us choose.
Anthony Emmerson
Fri 17th Jul 2009 10:57
Well Ladies,
Thanks all for your comments. I would have you know that not everything I write is autobiographical! Yes, it is written frrom a male perspective - how strange then to only get reviews from the fairer sex. Perhaps the Lad's Mag brigade don't frequent these pages. I guess the poem was meant to illustrate the raw power of physical attraction for men, a power that seems to override all other insticts - including common sense. Those damned hormones can be a real pain in the . . . but fun too! ;-)
Regards,
A.E.