Pulling out of Poetry

Whatever the heart wants....
Well, Ive got to tell you
I'm always waiting to long to tell her.
The ones ive told 
while penetrating
both body and soul
I'd say , hardly the place
for big decisions.
to pull out or not to pull out
that should
be
the only
question in life.
Whatever my heart wants
you can ask the bluebird
that Bukowski never
lets out
all night I sit here drunk on the words
the whores
and the
dreams
that never die.
Ive had my fair share of pulling out
and not.
but, 
this time
I
think i will