MORE PRETENSION

I learned that the games you play weren't meant for me, 
They were meant for a superior lover
A man who could make you ooze out your pores.

And although I do not feel inadequate,
I understand frustration at battling the randomness of my sexuality.

In anger, you can toss off everything you think can wound me, 
But I am alone have been alone for a quarter century.
So your mere presence removed cannot prick my conscience.

Dive into the eclesiastes and lean upon your higher powers, 
But the only higher power comes from within.
From a strength and security bestowed by intelligence.

{POETRY}