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Across Continents and Other Poems

byCal Y. Pygia©

SUNRISES AND SUNSETS

Sunrise:
A pink and purple sky;
Sunset:
A pink and purple sky--
And I,
Caught between the two,
A pink and purple guy,
Am both sexed and unsexed
By false dichotomies,
Of sunrises
And sunsets.

TRANNY NATION

We live in a transsexual nation:
When sex itself can change,
Heterosexual confidence comes
And goes, as fragile a thing
As pollen on the wind
Or the opening of the lotus
Blossom. . . .

SPIDER-MEN

Male and shemale couples,
Coupling, seldom make
The beast with two backs,
Poor things; instead, they are,
As often as not, a Siamese
Spider, appendages multiplied,
With eight legs, two heads,
Two cocks, four balls,
Four buttocks, and two anuses,
The better, my dear,
To eat you with!

SEX IS DEATH

Women read poetry
Because they want
Beauty reconfirmed;
They want tenderness
And love, but they get,
If men have written it,
Much more than they
Have bargained for
In their rosy view of sex.

PRICKS WITH TITS

A man can be lovelier
Than the fair sex
And more tender
Than the gentle sex,
For they wear their hearts
Upon their sleeves
For all to see--
The kind of men, I mean,
Who are bold
Enough to counter
Pricks with tits.

UNRHYMED AND SHORT

My guy likes interminable poems
That rhyme; unless they are epic
In length, and written in couplets
(Or blood), they do nothing for him,
He says, because my poems
Are both unrhymed and short.

THE LITTLE DEATH

Touch of penis tip
Against the point
Of my chin,
Touch of glans meatus
Against the dimple
In my chin,
Touch of penile shaft
Against my cheek
And the tight, tugging
Circle of my lips:

Each and every one
Is prelude to
The crescendo
Of orgasmic thrusts
That end
In a cataclysm
Too great
For touch or sound
Or anything
But death.

TOASTS TO GENIUS

Whoever first conceived
Of the penis as a fruit
And of semen as seed
Was a genius, just as was she
Who first supposed a cunt
Succulent enough to eat
And its juices sweet
Enough to drink repeatedly;
With sperm and the mucous
Lubricant of the female sex,
I drink a toast to both of you!

NOT LIKE HER AT ALL

She lies on her side,
Facing away from me,
And my eye travels
The length of her,
Following the curve
Of her ribs and waist,
Her hips and thighs,
And when she turns
In her sleep to show
Her splendid breasts,
My eye, traveling down,
Sees her cock, stiff
And thick, and her balls,
High and tight inside
The risen pouch
Of her scrotum,
And I am hard, like her,
Yet not like her at all.

ACROSS CONTINENTS

Butterflies
Have no homes;
They wander,
To and fro,
Across continents,
Driven by
Something inside
Their gossamer
Frames, something
Deeper than anything
We can know,
Painting pictures
Of beauty
So lovely it hurts
To see them glide by
On their way
Across continents,
Lighting only here
And there on their way
To everywhere,
Messengers of God
Who proclaim
That beauty is, like God
Himself, omnipresent
And without bounds,
As much in the mirror
As in the sky
Or on the ground.

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