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What I need is
an angular man
with muscles and bones
built for thrusting
or maybe

what I need is
a satin-skinned woman
with fingers that dance
on my body
or maybe

what I need is
a Trojan Horse lover
who is really a women
named Helen, in hiding,
or maybe

what I need is
a magical man
who grows gardens of herbs
and heals with the laying
on of his hands
or maybe

what I need is
a lyrical lady
with hair down to here
who writes poems and songs
about me for a change,
or maybe

what I need is
a sensual socialist
androgynous feminist
who doesn’t smoke cigarettes
or maybe

love is like water
and when you find out you need it, who cares
where it comes from,
or maybe

everyone is a well
just waiting for me
to send my ladle down.

Ronda Slater