Source: nanmykel.com
OUT TO GET ME
On the streets of New York
every woman wears a lasso at her side.
She struts her stuff and gives a wink–
or was an eyelash in her eye?
Her beauty lures me to her until I am
the captor, no longer her, and with
my marriage vows in shambles,
she escapes. There ought be a law.
(Idon’t know how to get my poem to you)
My comment would be: When researching for my first book, I read “Men Who Rape,” by Nicholas Groth, and found that many men experience the attractiveness of women as an aggressive magnet used against them.
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