Battle Between the Sexes
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
If we were azure, scarlet, orange as
A tangerine, or ugly grayish teal,
If we were purple as the smoky jazz
In Bourbon Street, would other people feel
Attracted by our lavender pit hair
Or aqua pubic fuzz? If irises
Were glowing phosphorescent mauve, a pair
Of circlets looking like louche viruses
Infected them, would anyone make winks
To flirt? If skin were incandescent green,
And swelling parts were glowing, slickened pinks,
Would folk conclude that we are just obscene?
Divinity has made us boring shades
And so we cause explosions like grenades.
Leaving de Sade Behind in Luminous Hues
Exotic colors, though, of skin and hair
Might turn some humans on. Some perverts love
Such oddities. Well, that’s my guess. A pair
Of balls in wrinkled pouch that hangs above
(In shouting blond) the gap between the thighs
Could well cause sweatiness of lust in some.
You never know. Such just might win a prize.
Yet . . . would sarsaparilla-colored cum
Turn on weirdos? Probably. You’ve been warned.
And what if genitals were colored like
An ultraviolet glow? Would they be scorned?
Who’d want a glowing black light twitching spike?
Undoubtedly there’s someone somewhere who
Would love a splat of cum in fevered blue.
~ Phillip Whidden