why of course we are intellectuals
interlaced in the belly of a ravenous library
sprawled against the aged shelves
heaving, groaning, baring
the weight of long moaning volumes.
i am a flimsy dog-eared paperback-
He is the stiff hardback
expensive, durable-
loved by few.
-
of course we are scientists
pour into me like corrosive acid
ignite my very soul like flammable kerosene
atoms collide
molecules bond
as we become chemistry itself
contemplating
the physics of friction.
- ©️ Mars Saturnia
YOU ARE READING
He
Poetrywhat did He do to you? He- [a collection of classical and sexual poems about Him] © 2024 Mars Saturnia [Lowercase and capitalisation of "He/Him/His intended]
