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Posted by on Feb 10, 2009 in Poetry | 1 comment

Tantra

 

Tantra

 

Today count pearls in the game

tomorrow your teeth.

There will be no new dames in your life

married man

stiffen your resolve my friend

spelunk the familiar hole

evasive detail creates novelty

ejaculate collects in the cup of her hand

she secretes doesn’t squirt

no spooge accumulates

absorb thought through the flesh

of tongue and lap

female feral in the grasp

male by osmosis mates

no one initiates

apparent division is time’s circumstance

fusion followed by fission

one sex creature sundered in two

and the moneyed drama

of spending dollars into cents.

 

1 Comment

  1. This is very interesting. Thanks.

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