IT FEELS so smooth on my skin
deep down under my
thighs i feel like a
god
my inner glands
are so curious about something
smooth and new
and tickling
like your feather dusters
and i like you looking at me
like i am a
born-again christian
on the other hand what really matters
is not this satin jockey
it is still what is bobbing inside
that really counts
feel it like your
throbbing heart
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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