Her Viewpoint

her viewpoint shoots from one end of the bed
to the other     to look as your body
makes its way out of
clothes     mobile phone     shoes

and then there are your fingers
slender     outspoken
as if hearing once more
that clash of pelvis and daytime

everyone is neutered
everyone has lost their health
everyone is exposed outside their bodies

bound for a den of suffering
even dressed in armour     your acupuncture points
could not be wrapped up at this moment
every inch of your skin could at last
grow lazy     offered to the touch
and she will be happy for a time because of it

turn off the light     evolution’s orgasm says time and again:
what you are prepared to offer up tonight
is not that important     to her

(their children will witness
the whole process of birth:
amniotic fluid     blood     infant
charging out in uproar
no drop of sperm left for choice
no inch of room left for rest)

HER VIEWPOINT