I have this thing for fathers.
The smell of a safe lap and
the feeling of strong arms
with big hands. Dark hair
on them, just like the first man
who ever hurt me, by
leaving me alone.

I have this thing for boys,
for virgins. The look in their
eyes when they see my skin
uncovered. Just like the first
boy who broke my heart.

I have this thing for cheaters.
who confess and than choke
in self pity.

For birds, broken wings,
fallen from their nest,
who I can offer my
life. Untill they fly.