Poetry and Pegging

What is poetry but a series of impacts?
What more than a dilation and entry?

Of course,
Poetry doesn’t come right out and say it
but instead
 spans the distance of your one present body,
holds the hips of
where you have been
and where you are about to go..
in equal measure.

When I first put it on,
It was high verse:
silicon, leather, lube,
  bend, flex,
were all attendant.

Then the hoop of realization
    enlarged its girth round us
and I hadn’t even entered him yet...
but when I did,
when he bloomed himself before me,
I used what had been gone like it hadn’t been.

When I became
 the beginning of the future words to come....
It was nothing less than sliding
on the silvery web of poetry….
nothing more
and nothing left.