As he crosses into <br />the end zone <br />and the crowd <br />ejaculates in rapture, <br />that’s the money shot. <br />Now he jumps <br />into the stands <br />to merge with adulation. <br />That’s what I would do - <br />hug my lovers tight as we swoon <br />with simultaneous orgasms. <br />But I’m home watching it on TV. <br />I have no stands to jump into. <br />My desk is messy.<br /><br />Michael Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/touchdown/
