it makes you feel like an ape

breathing with your esophagus

your one eyed tongue sticking straight in the air

opening its slit; trying to gobble up those dangling legs

frothing from its centemetered mouth.

like cellular division, lust multiplies, inevitably, uncontrollably

like a force of nature larger than the will

and all you want to do is grab it and stroke

feeling the hot friction start its fire.

short breaths keep the brain on ice

limp to the body's stiff declarations

the meat of the puppet dragging its strings toward a fixated target

and the testosterone pumps all by itself, without even the help of a murmuring heart

what else is like the un-reined horses of lust?

- poetrician September 25, 1998 12:30 AM