Sex Now

The infinite connection of the universe inversed like a belly button

Convex to the concave protruding like repulsion to replace attraction

The smell of vaginal fluid conjures the taste of death

Grave tubes and rape of enjoyment chaos itself breeding in the seminal vesicles

Bloody engorgement like plastic explosive packed into the luggage of an airplane

Colliding into the side of the Tower of Babylon crumbling inferno

Assured permanence faulty as eye contact read, inferred, and castrated

From wanting to participate the fear breeds its own monster

Inhabiting bones lurking under dermis sensitive to the shift

That all the bodies look like bodies and the gray ache of indistinguishable

Love making dissects the universe into a NASCAR wreck

Corporate stickers and smooth curves designed for aerodynamic slick passage

Lubricated for the wind and the gawk campers to ogle the frames revolving in circles

Waiting for the sturdy men to shake their fist at god in the victory lap

Undestroyed and vibrant

Sex induces peristaltic shivers that everything that devours a man lurks in her folds

The wanting, the darkness, the birth of his replacement

The music fades into deafness, the voice into dumbness, the skin into numb blue glacier

The up is never worth the down, the fear that the worm will crawl out and infest

Solitude itself as if alone is never alone again

The memories will rape incessant

The arias of trust will pound an anvil chorus of nails into a coffin

One will be buried alive wailing in the hot gestation pit cradled for the cuckold’s brood to feed

Bones and entrails mealy for the crab queens and owl goddesses to pick flesh

Smacking beaks with eyes unturned just munching as the popcorn is not worth detaching

Uninterrupted view of the cinema sparking in celluloid and lit magic

Kernels in oil until the heat prompts explosion and all to the mouth is a puff of air

Trading destruction for consumption and a man wants to live

Or does he