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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.