Poetic Justness... Love & Life

  We men never stop for women we are always on the move going somewhere else:           on to our next conquest,           a tighter squeeze,           a new adventure— Our heads staring at the noon sun like the breasts of a virgin at fifteen.   Image by  Layers  from  Pixabay   One day you are a raw egg in the palms of our hands, The other day we squeeze           Just a little Until your shell cracks,           Just a little Until your juices run,           Just a little Until they stain our shoes,           Just a little But you are a shell now— Shattered. Forever.   Your body that was once bubbling with life is beyond. You watch, crying through the lock Round the clock we men walk away Jacket tails slapping over our ass(holes) Go somewhere else To carry another egg. Photo by Nathasha Daher: https://www.pexels.com/photo/woman-leaning-on-window-2860381/