I have tasted of the sweetest fruit,
Beauties that you never would have known,
My conservative exterior is the perfect camoflouge
For my restless interior,
I thought any woman would quiet my soul,
But I soon learned that was not the case.
So like a wild stalion,
I thought if I was to roam free,
That would bring me peace,
Threesomes and orgies,
I was showered with attention,
Yet, it left me even more alone.
I thought a popular cheerleader or actress or model would please me
For nothing feels greater than the envy of eyes
As I walk through stares standing next to a tight red dress
But intimacy only revealed the subtle flaws.
I thought perhaps a woman from my roots was the answer,
So I chased English and Japanese and Puerto Rican girls.
I have tried it all but to no avail.
Was youth the answer,
Thirsting like a blood lust,
Chasing a mystic fountain?
No, for my years have aged my taste buds.
One might think I must be gay,
But no, I have tried that too.
I have tried a few.
But all and all,
Experience does not seem to lead me closer.
More like frozen with the possibility,
That perhaps there is no hope.
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD