Upright

Inside my wooden cot When careless steps were mixed With bum drops on a soft woolen mattress After all gravity was discovered Only when I found my feet At a tender age of infancy And in time, I would scamper and fall Running to my mother’s arms Even chasing the wiggly caterpillars And the busybody…

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Heat

When a man thinks of sex He is in that orbit of planetary motion When there is an itch and a scratch Six inches beneath the navel When lust speaks her language And the heart translates on behalf of the groin When gravity is not the sole reason That he is keeping his testicles outside…

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