The Pole Religion of Lustred Love
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It blew straight through his bones like snow through air,
Antarctic night. He thought that it was warm
Or even hot like black cocaine. Men’s gods swear
And men believe gods’ goodnesses will swarm
Inside the semen coated tube that leaves
The heart. At least this one man did. His eyes
Had filled his organs full of blood that heaves
Against good sense. He thought about spread thighs
Because the snow had penetrated him
And passed right through his chest and left it doomed
While making it feel like a glistening whim.
He was like a chorister priests had groomed.
..Love left him glowing, emptied him of strength
….The way a penis thrusts to fullest length.
~ Phillip Whidden
