Dwelling in Thick Darkness
Here, deep inside, so deep it’s in my guts
A sacred steam begins to build, all this
Because I hear a sound. A stallion ruts
Inside my soul. I hear your stream of piss
One room away, beside our bedroom. Hot
And long it sounds like Sinai’s God is there
Revealed. Because he is a God of ought
And must, I know the sound speaks like a prayer
Request, an urgent one. I know this since
The piss is coming from your guts and calls
Out liquid thoughts. They easily convince
Like heaven’s distant, surging waterfalls.
..I wait for you to fill my bed again.
….I feel so strongly it is like nailed pain.
~ Phillip Whidden