angels and devils the following day
from ON MY WAY TO WHERE
by Dory Previn






loved i two men 
equally well 
though they were diff'rent 
as heaven and hell 
one was an artist 
one drove a truck 
one would make love 
the other would fuck 
each treated me  
the way he knew best 
one held me lightly 
one bruised my breast 
and i responded 
on two diff'rent levels 
like children reacting 
to angels and devils 
one was a poet 
who sang and read verse 
one was a peasant  
who drank and who cursed 
before you decide 
who's cruel and who's kind 
let me explain 
what i felt 
in my heart and my mind 

the artist was tender 
but suffered from guilt 
making him sorry 
the following day 
and he made me feel guilty 
the very same way 
in his bed on the following day 
the other would take me 
and feel no remorse 
he'd wake with a smile 
in the bed where we lay 
and he made me smile 
in the very same way 
in his bed on the following day 

the blow to my soul 
by fear and taboos 
cut deeper far 
than a bodily bruise 
and the one who was gentle 
hurt me much more 
than the one who was rough 
and made love on the floor

 
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