women and words

women like sex
or at least
women like sex
with poets
more
than poets
like sex with
women


and i'm scribblin
words
scrawlin syllables
constantly, obsessively
as some poor attempt
to make love to the dazzlin world
all out in front of me
constantly

where mortal hands weep at their limits
and women weep at their poets
and poets weep at their words
and words weep at the world