Hypnotized by Baptismal Conquering
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
Your beauty floats away. It had no soul.
You thought it did. We all make wide mistakes.
Your partners loved your spirit. Then you stole
Their worship, thrusting. (Maleness overtakes.)
The male one overtakes with gentle thrusts
At first. He then moves on to deeper love.
She knows that he is perfect when his gusts
Of seed find depths in her, your underarms above.
She sees them in your hunching. Eyes of blue
Are why you chose her, so of course they deal
