Those Who Enjoy Repression

So this one's a Valentine
to those who crave neatness.
It's understandable! Sometimes
a cure seems delicious.
Much cleaner than regulating
a spot of indulgence
with a dam explosion of loans
blown on fetish bric-a-brac,
endless unproductive conference
on
When will I find someone?
Not just someone, someone indulgent.
Not even that. Someone natural and damn good.
Hard enough, you might think,
to ask a girl out in the first place.
Why do these people insist
on making life so difficult?
So she's an Amazonian firebrand,
a freckled marvel, a boyish girl.
Two inches shorter to allow for heels,
in love like a bust drawer with superglue
with the quivering wreck in front of you.

Small wonder that you fight the drive
to scream "snap out of it"
when he complains
that it's dead in the water
because she won't whip him raw
or because he can't ask her.