Loved, I two men equally well
Though they were different
As heaven and hell

One was an artist
One drove a truck
One would make love
The other would ***k

Each treated me
The way he knew best
One help me lightly
One bruised my ******

And I responded
On two different 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