belligerence, sad but true:diary of desire

another day

tainted by belligerence.

i like the word,

to wage war

with a lust

she said, cats

get aggressive

when they want

to have sex

she said, she is not

ready to be with

somebody.

she will never be ready,

but i know,

life just happens.

she digs and digs

in me, she comes

with opinions on a tablet.

you can take them

or leave them,

they must not be mine

i felt the spring

it started yesterday

the birds are busy

and there is a scent

of flowers in this air

i don't wish to

explain with many words

but feel arms around me

not signs on the wall

i don't want to dwell

on the past

but to go on

with a hand in mine.

but i feel like

a beetle

in a Kafka story,

an experiment.

i must leave.

i knew.

I am but me,

there is nobody else.

if i am wrong,

i must feel it.

i don't.