Angels pornographic
God’s eros unbound
Beauty frozen in mouths agape
And limbs interwound.
Beckoning above the Racing Forum
But below Guns & Ammo
Sultry eyes suggest
Two or three gathered in His name
Might make a spicy quorum.
Airbrushed, turgid, gynecological.
Just like icing on a cake
Sweet at first, then like paste,
Love cannot celluloid make.
Taboos broken
To coax ejaculate out of the jaded
Time and tissues wasted
The soul abraded.
Better than nothing,
When backed up
Brain semen shellacked
When connection eludes
Soothed by the nude.
Paper bagged, out the door
One hand holding
Another taking away.
Furtive motions, door locked
Substitutes are poor
When your heart’s in the dock.
