Mock Sonnet XV
Sex without emotion was akin to paddling and
not swimming: although bits of me got wet
I was not immersed. A stranger made overtures,
imposed intimacy. She had been shopping around
and I'd been a presentable male. Turned out, once
sampled, I was neither the right size, shape, nor colour.
The loved do not question. The loved accept.
It is the unloved who worry at others' motives.
Curiosity has them read books on psychology.
As for practising psychologists, they do not
treat the unloved. Their needy clients are those
who once believed themselves beloved; but
who were then betrayed or deserted and are left
unable to find a liveable reason why.