i.
I get a whiff of your cologne,
And wonder what
could
be
should
be
But never
would
be
Because you belong to
another
And you want her to be the
mother
Of your children.
She's merely a
receptacle
(For your seeds.)
I don't see why
She should be an
obstacle
And I wonder what
You would say
If I made a
spectacle
Of my love.
ii.
I love it when we're
together
And often wonder
whether
You know.
Do you ever think of me
Other than my
position
Do you want me
As an
acquisition
The way that other men do?
Do you ever think it
unfair
That you cannot
wear
Your heart on your sleeve
Because of that shining
band
Embedded on your
hand?