Notches

Notches

thinking on heart breaking wisdom gained

youth’s passionate embraces

whether car’s backseat or his bed

am I one of many notches?

~~~~

for some just a footnote

in the revolving door between their thighs

vague memory of stolen bliss

borrowed for just one night

~~~~

you claim an insatiable hunger

one that can’t or won’t die

you’re a tom seeking me in heat

different from a sweet talking Casanova

~~~~

how many women fell under your spell?

how many hearts did you break?

did one of them break yours?

by you being just a notch on her bedpost

~~~~

now jaded by Don Juan’s games

yet seeing your pure heart

wishing to understand what is it

you seek by making notches on your bedpost

(c) Amanda Wilson 2013

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2 thoughts on “Notches

    1. I think most of us can relate to the meaning of the poem. I spent most of my youth finding sex instead of the love that I really wanted. The two can travel together, but sex has little meaning unless love is involved.

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