The Monosexual
It is a state of distress
The failure to caress
The whole of a gender
To open up flushed flesh
To just one sex
To kiss only woman or man
Alone
We lucky few who've known
Plenitude in the embraces of all
Tasting at the banquet we call
Life the oyster and the clam
Imbibing the green fairy
Absinthe on our tongue having it
Both ways
Pity the monosexual missing the rich reward adorned
Abundance and nourishment from our Plenty of Horn
Jack
Druid Hills
6/19/11
Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
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