breaking biology, the drive
a magnetic subconscious
pulls me into a social snarl

the uncomfortable/unfamiliar
conversation lubricated with liquor
led to the removal of clothes

exposed, i lay limp
the aftermath of evolution
my seed dies in a latex tomb

hours of effort
break in these last few minutes
for a self-administered shot of dopamine

i list in a post-sex dream
the sheets are moist and her skin is pale
i dream of a celibate world

my desire for copulation
has slowly died over the last year
I stand now with no desire.

03/20/2006

Posted on 03/21/2006
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