Woman

     as the

object

     of my

                  desire

you are

      much

                   less than human.

I cannot

       ((let))

you be

yourself;

                   I do not have the

power

                   to give my

permission.


To be

objectified

          is to be flawless;

you are imperfectly

                     warm, soft,

flesh and blood.


I am

          sick and tired of

object

                    lessons.

come, teach me more
of what real is.