I know what I said
Of affection, being for all but I
And the one my affections touched last.
I know what I said,
That I had no use
Of Aphrodite exepting
On the way to Dyonesis.
I know what I said,
That if i outpoured my heart one more time
The loss of blood would make me faint.
I know what i said,
But you, as you approached
All else disappeared
    The heat in my head
    Moved down to my liver
    And rupture up to my inner child
    Disrobing
    When all self-perceptive-sence-of-worth
    Fell away
Only I remain
    scrawny
            queeny            stupid
hybrid            hairy                lazy
                scared            blemished
lonely                desperate
In the front of a
Beauty boy.
 

~Jan Brian Vis