Poetry
Glass House
By Katanga
20 October 2009
Glass House

And if your eyes are windows to your soul,
as someone said, a wiser man than me,
then why not open them and love me whole,
not bit-part loyal and sexually free?
I struggle to maintain my youthful lust.
Against all odds I manage an erection.
But is it worth it, knowing that we must
collapse one day, obey God's natural selection?
Darwin's theories leave me old and cold.
I need to hold you now, before we're done,
and gentle, let our dying dreams unfold,
unwrap, until we've only half begun
    to work out why we could not mock this farce
    of eyes. But yours were made of frosted glass.
   

Reviews
Hi John,
Written by grace (298 comments posted) 21st October 2009
Hi John
Written by grace (298 comments posted) 21st October 2009
this is great but please forgive me if I get your message wrong. 
 
For me, this is an elderly man and a younger woman. He is fretting for the loss of his libido and his inability to satisfy her. I think he wants to settle for something less passionate and more loving. Sadly her "frosted glass" eyes give him no hope of success. 
 
Right or wrong I loved it, thank you so much for the read. It's so good to read your work again. 
 
My warmest wishes, 
Pamx :)
Hi Grace!
Written by Katanga (4207 comments posted) 21st October 2009
I think you wanted to say a little more?! 
 
I've sent you a private message. 
 
Great to have you back! 
 
John X
Ah!
Written by Katanga (4207 comments posted) 21st October 2009
Our messages overlapped - many thanks for a lovely review! 
 
Your interpretation is spot on! 
 
Are you writing much at the moment? 
 
I'd love to see more of yours! 
 
John X

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