Platonic Sweat Only, Please
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You thought that poets do not have plain sweat
In armpits, or in crotch . . . or on the chest.
Admit it. Poets shouldn’t have a wet
And shaggy underarm. Their spirits are the best
And so it follows that their furry bits
Should never stink of maleness in your bed,
And there won’t be a beading sweat on tits
With harsh, dark, malest hair while two hips spread
For poets’ penetration, right? Minds as high
As poets’ rhythmic, soothing, lyric brains
Should not produce a hard on by your thigh
And never dampness showing in pit stains.
A poet is above all that, no horse
Or beastie thing. His needs are never coarse.
~ Phillip Whidden
