Plea

I don’t want sex.
I want mouth.
I want touch
and steam down south.

I don’t want sex.
I want noise.  
I want redemption
in your rolled-up eyes.

All the focus
is on the old in and out.
But the right motion
is not what it’s about.

I don’t want sex.
I want to transcend.
Sex is a good start,
one means to an end.

Two hunting together,
that’s what I want.
Two hunting together
for love of the hunt.

So, yes to the finger
and yes to the bone.
Yes to the red rush
into the zone.

Yes to the gale
and yes to the scream.
Yes fire, yes embers,
yes dinosaur dream.

I don’t want sex
if we can animal turn
this and that into something
we both long to learn.