Clean.  (SONNET)

Clean. (SONNET)

A Poem by Butch Decatoria

Inspiration after ejaculation

the world is drowned in morning white mist

orgasmic shudders deep emasculation

fistful of triumph's rewarding gist

 

Evade the routine to fall asleep

invade instead to wakening steam

rinse "tiny" efforts down the drain

mince no songs in shower's rain

 

The lord of lately snores in bed alone

while I shave away all of my shadows

prepare a sunday without night concerns

to receive tomorrow like fragrant meadows

 

Refreshed and anew this temple feels

clean on every inch as my spirit heals...

© 2008 Butch Decatoria


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Butch Decatoria
Butch Decatoria

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