The sweetest thing, he

Said I just don't get it
Of all the women in the world
How is it possible
You are alone and
I always thought even if you were
Dropped
In the middle of the Namibian desert
There'd be two men fighting over
You, in my mind


But


I, between most days
Men who'd fight for my stranded self
In this Floridian dampness
Find
Strange reasons for pacifism
Play dead with every hastened heartbeat
Retreat when close enough to touch
This only woman, I
Said actually got it by now
The bitter truth