Naked hairy wary thing
can’t alter your behavior:
fated to be sensuously vexed –
perplexed at how to be your savior –
it knows to nose around
and test for warm dark interest –
to find and trace the scent
of any rumbling ardor in the flesh –
but cannot tell you
what to do about it.
It knows no metaphor, analogy:
what runs like blood throughout it
is its simple understanding
that you physically exist –
and that whatever this might offer
you’re determined to resist.
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