Penis Penance
Just how can women cope when men are more
Gorgeous than their female matings, as strong
As gondolas’ slow rocking on the shore
Of Serenissima; or like a long
Boat set by Viking sinew on the waves
In Arctic storm of sleet that muscles gall;
Or sweeping trireme powered by whipped slaves,
Or Indian men, sons of the Taj Mahal
So lovely that a launch is not required
For it to conquer oceans of beauty;
Or Spaniards, princely, arcing noses fired
By gold greed and Roman Catholic duty?
The woman copes by worshiping that brawn.
She kneels and whispers fervently, far gone.
