The Price We All Pay
THE PRICE WE ALL PAY
She just wanted to be held
and be told that she was pretty,
to feel a shred of human warmth
in this barren, cold city.
Her days were filled with work and friends,
her life was all of her own,
but when the sun set and dark crept in
she had always found her self alone.
He was a rake, a man about town,
so suave and debonair.
He was simply looking for a good time
with a fresh and juicy pair.
No strings was his rule, no commitments at all,
he had to be free just in case
he met another girl with something new -
a sweeter wiggle or a prettier face.
They met at a club, no place special at all;
cocktails and throbbing music in the dark.
Flushed with dancing and drink, without stopping to think,
they wandered off into the park.
In the green air they groped and clutched at each other,
both of them hungry and ready to feast.
Their soft words and whispers eventually grew
into the voice of the two-backed Beast.
Life quickened inside her, as it often does,
two lives suddenly became three.
Her life would never be just hers again,
and he would never again be free.
God has His plan for the species of Man,
orgasm is a gift from Above.
So Man will trade his Love for Sex
and Woman will trade Sex for Love.
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Shared with DVerse Poets for Open Link Night.
This poem appeared in "One Night Stanzas" available from Big Table Publishing.
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©2015 Christopher Reilley
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I know men who really, truly love, loves or loved a woman and the same vice versa. Certainly trading sex for love is part of the landscape of relationships but have you considered men have the same (distorted) need?
ReplyDeleteThis poem shows just one facet of the brilliant jewel of loving relationships. It is not meant to describe all relationships. Read the book, you will find poems describing male need for emotional bonding as well. :-)
DeleteI wonder (and hope) that mutual love and most importantly friendship will grow from that start... but alas I fear that his longing for "freedom" and her hope of love will be a poor foundationhip for a relationship
ReplyDeleteA recognisable sad and desperate story, Chris.
ReplyDeleteVery neat and telling narrative Christopher. Within th econtext of normal expectations, fate always plays its hand one way or another and can play havoc with the best of our plans, needs, expectations and coventions- which is th ecore of th epoint you make here, I think
ReplyDeleteThis happens a lot in our society, a sad reality, well told.
ReplyDeleteHe needed to change his ways and I hope it was not freedom lost but family and love found...
ReplyDeleteThat reverberates, unfortunately with too much familiarity in today’s world. Strong piece, Chris well written.
ReplyDeleteMan will trade his Love for Sex
and Woman will trade Sex for Love
I really like that couplet Chris, not certain it’s quite so black and white these days though. ✌🏼
This is such a masterpiece. Very true to life on so many levels. I think all relationships whatever their start have to adapt and grow and create themselves anew. It is Alison btw but haven't figured out how to log in on Google....maybe next time.
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