Two male lovers intertwined in a Celtic know
of fuckery: a mythical amalgam of two heads,
two backs, four arms, four legs, four dangling balls,
and two erect penis, one inside
the other man from behind, pumping away,
filling his yearning void with love’s expanse,
building toward the gradual but still sudden
convulsed transfusion of spirt pure and white
in this all-consuming consummation,
the physical enactment of urges probably resulting
from a chemical imbalance in their brains
that has soften hearts and hardened cocks.
And what will happen after the spirit’s spent?
They’ll say, “Our love came quickly; then it went.”
T. Allen Culpepper