Reincarnation
The spirit wishes it could look back to
Its body, not the rotted one, and see
The firm young form with hair and holy blue
Of Mary’s robe in clear young eyes still free
Of intimations of their death. The hair,
The blond head hair and darker swerving hairs
Upon the body, on the hairy pair
Of nipples, and in armpits, thick like tares
Along the wayside, and in secret parts
Are what the spirit wants to see again.
It wants to feel the prickling penis smarts
In climax. Maleness wants to be again.
..They’re might be other parts the spirit wants
….To view. But first it needs what maleness vaunts.
