I made a collage of pictures from magazines

 To find out once and all

 Whose body I would watch

 When im not looking.

 

I tore the photos out

Of working men

And girls in underclothes

And stuck em all down

With dribble and come.

 

 I made a theme

 All the men from behind

Lifting iron bars of scaffolding,

They formed a muscled back.

And there

deep within

something stirred.

Something fundamental

As far from me as any other

Bridge of reinforced steel

Yet sighing over my shoulder.

 

Now, every time I meet a guy who turns his back on me

A thrill shoots up my spine,

Hits my brain adrenalin

And I run miles in the wrong direction

Straight up to his face and say

Well, why are you looking, why?

 

I forget those girls

With lanolin breasts,

black gusset legs

standing sheer on precipice

looking down over the gentle pass of my friends

whose pink lips are beautiful,

whose hair falls over

gentle sleep

and I watch 

the belief 

that I can only hurt

so we neither believe

that it could work.