Thrust with a thud. Repeat. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Sweat. Blood of labour. Juice of Lust.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Pummel. Pierce. Penetrate. Plug. Plug. Plug the hole.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Plug. Plug. Plug.
Taste tongue. Skin. Labia. Nipple. Thigh. Sack. Pubes. Pits.
Cheek. Crack. Toe. And the male cylindrical brain.
Hammer. Hammer. Hammer. All creation, pro and re,
Could use some Hammer. Hammer. Hammer.
Bathe in your bodies. Twist. Squat. Lean on your tippy
Toes and Thud. Thud. Thud.
Spread flesh. Unroll each other like floor plans.
Hammer. Hammer. Hammer. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Spot the Beat if you can. Jizz. Jazz. JizzJazz.
Jets of JizzJazz. Ick. Poick. Sllllllurp.
White JizzJazzJuice. Crumpled ghosts of destiny’s dead children.
On your knees and pray into the voids
Of JizzJazz.
Squish and Slurp and Suck and Spit.
Easy Mantra.
Go Long. Mileage matters.
And be Long. So does size.
Pulpy throbbing
Throat sized tree trunks
Is what they all want.
To be bored deep.
For some hidden oil.
Close your eyes and sing your dopamine dripping dirge.
From finger-tip to finger to fingers to fist. Tear each other.
I know as well as you
That Hate and Love have
Their ultimate expressions
In Violence and Sex.
I know this difference.
But I cannot see it.
How, in the narrow corridors of Human Biology,
Am I, Nature’s Asexual child, to express my Love?