Dear S--
Love is love, and besides I love women too! They are deliciously wonderful. Perhaps tighten up the words a bit, i.e. prune--e.g.,
They're staring at you,
Waiting for your words.
Trying to force angles;
You've been running curves.
Soft flesh and warm arms--much nicer
Than rock-hard muscles, rough skin.
The one they've picked won't talk.
Is it wrong to find your own love?
You've got a feeling
They wouldn't like it.

ooh i don't know how to say how much i can relate to this, kudos!
review me if you're free!
=summerdazed=

hm... i don't want to sound totally stupid and say what i think this is about (though i think i do know, and maybe it's obvious) but i will say that i do like this poem! i think the title is good, actually. i'd love to hear your explanation of this one