Women Lover

A Poem by Anonymous

His instagram: a woman,
Her buttocks shaking wildly,
Slow motion, body zoom-in,

Her face is barely seen.
He smiles and looks at me.
We share a passion. Now

I pull her photo full of awe,
of thousand answers to “Why her?”
Next to her freshly published book
she’s firmly standing, smile is pure.

He scans her image head to toe,
Mutely resumes scrolling his feed.
I warmly look at her. At him -
We share nothing. I lust women

In a different fashion.