Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Saturday, September 15, 2007

In the Bathroom, Looking into the Mirror (another revision)

Without a thought in my head
my penis grows and shrinks
at inches (not always for vanity's sake
but out of sheer surprise
we love to watch our bodies
& are proud of at least one feature),
and when I wipe my ass
it tucks itself inward, embarrassed,
wanting so badly to rejoin the body,
though it makes sense!

Every day, all it does is expel,
protrude, interrupt. We're allowed
to be shy about ourselves, a bit
ashamed of our purpose. But when
touch is involved, we shrink
into the warmth:

I'm tired of my day,
touch me and let me creep inside
the heat you so lovingly give.

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