Master of Androgyny,
proud bearer of breast and beard:
Thank you
for summoning us
to the dungeon of your psyche;
for luring us
into your shocking, three-dimensional fantasy life;
Unbuckling? (after lifetimes of taunting and humiliation)
the black, studded collar
of opinion
from the soft throat of seeing.
Murderer of all myopic unions,
deflowerer of all vanilla prayers:
Don’t hold back.
Let your heart-sperm explode
that narrow channel
we call “relationship”
lest we take out
our hot-and-bothered oneness
on lovers,
friends,
or the Middle East.
