if poetry were your lover…
if poetry were your lover
how would you like it to seduce you?
by putting me off to sleep
in his arms?
on my pillow alone and free
with just a hint of him
by your side unobtrusive?
just a whiff
a presence that's there and not there
maybe
and if it were to tickle you
should it not be like a cool breeze
on a hot summer night?
no...i like to be the instigator
or a warm balmy gush of air
when you are chilled to the bone
on a winter night?
if i want comfort i shall search for it
if not comfort what?
anything everything
violence?
if my claws so desire
ah claws that leave their tracks
on a sweat soaked back
what's it about men
that makes them such jerks?
their penises
a penis is just a piece of meat
what about the mind?
in the case of men…what’s the difference?
a mind is more than a penis
while a penis is just a derivative
of mind…so in a way even when mind
is having a field day pontificating
about love and life
family welfare and global peace
domestic discord
and the ecclesiastical imperative
there is a dormant penis
lurking in a dark recess
i guess i win then
as always
(18 January 2004)
