sex, machine

[orgenegro]

Bruno Bettelheim assures you,
from out of a bag,
that love is not enough,
and self-hatingly agrees
that evil is banal.

I submit to love
(not my love).
It's a weakness,
but perhaps a wise weakness,
to love being loved.

But I recieve more often,
and harder,
the stick.

Hobbled, I creep.