Fingers down, eyes to deal <br />– Annealed afresh the wounds of wanton sexuality – <br /> <br />I surged again, <br />Smoothing out a field of mammary bulk <br />To nestle in between <br />A dream – the cream of life – <br />At least for men <br />To come again within a grasp of firm <br />And luscious femininity <br /> <br />To grope, to hold <br />A hand of hope <br />In warmth <br /> <br />And yet <br /> <br />A clash between paternity <br />And pornographic drive <br />To satisfy again <br /> <br />O! the pulse of pain <br />Of why I am a man, <br />A ham of life <br />To slavery! – <br /> <br />I know you know my claim – <br />To offer up the same <br />Of me through these beloved genes <br />Oh yes, these bloody genes! <br /> <br />Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011<br /><br />Mark R Slaughter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/selfish-genes/
