Tantamount <br />To the wind playing war games with my hair <br />or the hard rain scrubbing my face raw of flesh; <br />to that of the sun leaving me hot under the collar <br />or the ground shaking beneath my fallen arches <br />I find just the thought of her loving me <br />every bit as provoking…. <br /> <br />2008 ©<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/compared-to-what-castration/
