What's wrong, the dumbest jerk on earth could do it........................................................,
i mean,..................... a basic unconscious person can do it.
I was proposed, here and there, subtlly,
by a roll of the eyes, the chin a bit low,
by rubbing thumbs, even sometimes secretly in public,
by being brought to a dark isolated place, the starry sky as blanket, and a fire to force the desire,
i was offered presents with a pure heart, to nourish my body, to cuddle it, to take care of it, a conspicuous offer to engage wholly,
blindly,
but everything in me, except the good sense, resists.
Subtlety, delicacy, grace, in that name i stay distant, i feel like the wildest of animal, the rarest,
the most alive,
and a brush in the ferns makes me retreat, thinking it's impossible,
it's vain,
this is not what i want,
but like all the others i want companions, i just don't share that taste for the hunt, there's a repugnance, continuous questions,
doubts,
rising, rising,
and it seems no one can catch it, so few try to understand it,  but never tell,
never,
then,
then alone is present as the only logical way, as all in me seems delicate, except the good sense.