27 Mar 00

 

 

POLE

 

All greased up

with no hole

in which to go

I eye your length

and imagine it

 reaching my soul

 

nine inches

kissing my anus

slipping and sliding

along my walls

eliciting moans

like the whisper

of a sword being sheathed -withdrawn

home

 

 

 

 

By

 

 

Everett E. Phillips, III