Not Silently, Not Silently, the Wondrous Gifts
Do not forget the shapes that you have known.
You ken the ones I mean. The ones you took
Out, played with, licked, you now recalling groan
As only hearts can moan. Don’t overlook
The forms that you have fondled. God made man
And woman. Silently their forms await
Return of worship. Don’t forget to scan
The beauties with your mouth. Renew their fate
With rituals of spit and tonguing lust.
The past can be rejuvenated by
The lack of silence in a bed. The thrust
That ends the silence makes the sex gods cry.
They cry out, making holiness surround
The hairy acts. These gods abhor no sound.