THINKING ABOUT FUCKING
Naturally, for decades, I’ve thought more about
fucking than actually fucking;
and over the decades the gap between
thinking and fucking
has grown but the thought of fucking
hasn’t slowed any but the acting on the
thought and making it real has slowed,
although the thoughts burn fiercely as ever
and the spirit surges violently and the touch,
the sensation, the visual
the audio pleasures are all very much alive
and the obsessive
mysterious desires continues
but the energy and physical lust
has slowed
like a ticking clock-hand
getting ready
for a forever
midnight.
