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The Freudian Position

I stared at her
lying on the bed
naked and looking
half-dead.
I wanted to plant
my obelisk  
in her secret garden-she kept hidden
locked, guarded by Cerberus,
explored by strange men.
A monument to my success
as a man-I thought.
My phallus-undesirable serpent, tempting
with seminal poison-the knowledge of friends and lovers
her phobia of feelings
she would not acknowledge
but platonic-in denial as always.
The wily ways of Eve  
turn this ink-dribbling tool
limp-sometimes,
a pen is just a pen. 

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