Since words in a poem can mean so many things, I never knew that the word 'protection' meant condom until Bal said it. Sure it crossed my mind but I guess I didn't really expect it to be that since I didn't see anything from the lines before it that lead to that.

Again, this is not a criticism. It's me ranting about things I don't understand. Sometimes reading your poems make me feel stupid =_=

Coz my poems had always been straightforward, like when it's about autumn, then it's about autumn. Argh, nvm, message not conveyed. Nevermind!!

Man: Oh i get it. innuendo.Cat: Sexual Innuendo!Man: Shut up.

Lol.

Anyway, this is a very good piece. Your way of writing has differed from what it used to be. This piece of poem has the feel of maturity in it. Plus it really does make one wonders about love. Great job with this one.

i like the last line and the beginning descriptions.. great piece

Now this one comes together better than the previous one, and it has a lot more depth to it than the last, because of the lines that paint up this more adult picture of angst. I have to say that the line,

'And where, on your bed, is protection?'

Sounds just so... heh heh.

But no, it's not the odd image of a condom that makes this poem more mature. I guess it's the last line that sort closes it with a sort of grace that the last one lacked.

wow, very powerful. i imagine many people can relate.