Battōjutsu

Japanese term meaning techniques for drawing a sword.
—Wikipedia

Some little motion, like a stick
swayed by heavy wind,
is how my involuntary parts

wave at you, walking by.
Darwin, even with his mousy wife,
knew why

that without trying, fully clothed,
you squeeze that steady ache
low in my body.

I know it's just biology—
that your eyes and hands, that slight flush
of your blabbermouth skin

signals everything, how
yes your protests will crumble, how
yes you need me above.

But I am flesh, not a sword.
I cannot slice you,
though hard as the folded, folded metal

of akatana I may be:
tempered steel that has been beaten
just for you many times.

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