~ ~ I have remarked before that I wanted to avoid being narcissistic in my poem writing. When I wrote a sonnet about suffering from gout, that was safe from all danger of boastfully exalting myself. Now I have another autobiographical subject to address in verse, and it is also painful to me, not a matter of self-flattery.
ABOUT MYSELF AND WOMEN
Just friends! Just friends! I can be friends with guys.
I want another wife!--is this too crass?
Yet having said this, I still recognize
Complexity in seeking one more lass.
Am I supposed to hide inside a cave,
And call this trusting God? Or do I search
Aggressively for one who shares my faith
And also fits with me _outside_ of church?
I can't have, and I don't want, plural brides;
This widower would be content with one.
I still wish to keep female _friends_ besides,
Just being pals, as I have always done.
But finding one whose heart I best unlock
Is like a game of Paper, Scissors, Rock!