Sunday, October 12, 2008

Poem For the Day

This Elusive Pleasure


Orgasm
is a trite bone.

I would hope to offend God
by toeing the cusp

as long as possible.
Stretching the aching anticipation

into eternity and entering
Heaven through the back,

forsaking my will,
and cashing out my worthless tender.

1 comment:

Michelle's Spell said...

Hey Rob,

I really loved this poem. Beautiful and elegant and full of longing. Really lovely!