The Zayre Archive
Time for another Zayre Kaserla piece from the Zayre Archive
(Zayre seldom titles, often sprawls his lines around on the
page, but the Blog-Meister usually insists on regularizing
strictly to left-justification, ah well, neatliness, terrible
habit):
only human males
rage hot for sex
in every season
pulsing at chilled iron gates
closely locked till spring
and so in youth we called them
"great women,"
the girls who, miracle!
said "yes," (who knew
what urged them?)
that small
whispered word, it
entered us
and exploded
Labels: poem by the alter-ego
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