Ted Sheridan - Compared to What, Castration?

Tantamount
To the wind playing war games with my hair
or the hard rain scrubbing my face raw of flesh;
to that of the sun leaving me hot under the collar
or the ground shaking beneath my fallen arches
I find just the thought of her loving me
every bit as provoking….

2008 ©

Ted Sheridan

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