Women
dont touch me keep your clammy palms away dont stroke me after screwing up your
tear stained hanky dont kiss me on the railway station in the bathroom on the
monday morning doorstep in the car park in the cinema back seat at my bedside
by the fireside Women get yor grabbing hands off dont smooth my hair or lock
me around the neck dont strangle me dont fumble at my zip breathing faster than
your fingers dont hold my head against your breasts dont love me with your legs
your mellow arms dont lip me with your either end keep me dry of your emotive
fluid leave off your red rags rainbow silks wipe your paint off let your hair
hang dead snakes down let me look at the clouds leave my nostrils to the wind
wash off your sandlewood your cinnamon your fruity ash of roses dont suck me
any more or speak dont louse me up with loaded arguments dont wring my arm with
past injustices dont wring my heart with long gone poemswoman
dont touch me
