THIS MORNING AFTER
I am captured, possessed, laid.
Needed? Better living man than
Cold, electric plastic?
No kisses in this morning,
Only respect and a sharing of minds.
Modern love: truth or illusion?
This question voiced which our
Voices must answer.
Our voices given new freedom must
Struggle again for the human.
In this morning, the human I give to you.
The respect of a man for you to take
Or to cast away.
For you to love or hate,
For you to honor or dishonor
As your soul commands.
I give you me, a man, only as I am
Free for you to wholly know.
Or, to tell me coldly: Go.