Today I know
the heat of its
transgressive flesh:
I taste a breeding
blood-hot illegitimacy
in its breath –
I roll and wrestle with –
am conquered by –
the sweet illusion
that it blesses
to seek fusion –
I believe religiously
in its relieving touch.
Today I know
it’s all too much:
reflect without, within –
from skin to soul –
its bold ecstatic reflex.
Today I know
the Universe
is sex.
the heat of its
transgressive flesh:
I taste a breeding
blood-hot illegitimacy
in its breath –
I roll and wrestle with –
am conquered by –
the sweet illusion
that it blesses
to seek fusion –
I believe religiously
in its relieving touch.
Today I know
it’s all too much:
reflect without, within –
from skin to soul –
its bold ecstatic reflex.
Today I know
the Universe
is sex.
.
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