Knowledge of the Gods Ancient Gods knew to commit to all the sentient. Had the gene, the thought, the ability to share a satiated calm. Reflected in our love. Constant ecstasy all spent, allowing smooth layers of skin to further penetration. Connected, the cause caressed, the flesh not grasped with hope, but with surety. Fears and longings coveted, as a means to tender play. Angry at the ideal, nestled in the spread legs of a dirty slut. Infected skin spent, desire butchered, the hungry eyes of an animal looking back. I’ll call them illusions and fuck her gently. And pay meekly what she asks. And curse the Gods for knowing.
i liked it a lot. the imagery was splendid. Especially this part: "...Connected,the cause caressed, the flesh not grasped with hope, but with surety. Fears and longings coveted, as a means to tender play..." tender play oooooh! Was this written about a personal experience?
Only in a very general sense. I've never paid for sex.... not directly. I'm not sure the poem's about women or sex at all. I dunno... maybe. Thanks for the comments both of you.
The only profanation is that of the sacrament of life by those who would cultivate strife as a means to prove the point that "my god beats the fuck out of your god", or so I heard someone say recently, and I couldn't help but laugh and think "the idiot in power will undo himself." Skip To The Loo My Darling. Much Love
