For fetish not, alone I masturbate
Posted: July 7th, 2007, 5:42 pm
For fetish not, alone I masturbate
in purity of place – this dirty floor –
that generated heat corporeal
might dissipate as natural upon
cool whirlwinds merely troubled in the leaves,
that rhythms mine accompany the birds
and insects in their songs and in their flight—
unhidden, still but privately, that sight
is not withheld for shame, but lone for words
of modesty, respect and prudence. Eaves
of budded twigs that shade the witness sun
are adequate for veils: arboreal
protection from offense— I yet adore
this openness to God I contemplate.
in purity of place – this dirty floor –
that generated heat corporeal
might dissipate as natural upon
cool whirlwinds merely troubled in the leaves,
that rhythms mine accompany the birds
and insects in their songs and in their flight—
unhidden, still but privately, that sight
is not withheld for shame, but lone for words
of modesty, respect and prudence. Eaves
of budded twigs that shade the witness sun
are adequate for veils: arboreal
protection from offense— I yet adore
this openness to God I contemplate.