Whenever I have seen a girl I find attractive,

My heart has flushed with joy,

That women are so beautiful;

And my heart is wounded with the kiss of femininity.

But soon I shall no longer be a male.

My cancer has to be treated by taking that away from me,

As if I were a criminal guilty of a gross crime.

My cancer scares me, and grieves me too.

But it does not hold a candle to the grief

That grips my heart of hearts, to have to face

The loss of my ability to appreciate

The sweet fire and lovely flowers of feminine grace.

My cancer may defy belief;

But to lose my maleness, and all hope of sexual love—

Losing even the capacity to desire—

This not only has broken my heart, but keeps breaking it, over and over again.

This, even more than the cancer, is the nightmare from which I wish I could awake.

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Written by Michael LP, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC, aka Mr. Poet
Written on Monday, February 16, 2009  11:46 am
Copyright (C) 2010 by Michael L. P.  All rights reserved