Think of It This Way

I could lay in your arms,
afterwards, like a felt toy
you won in an arcade
by shooting balloons
or knocking over milk
bottles. I could lay
in your arms like
a lottery ticket that
didn't catch the big prize
but which gathered
a couple thousand $
like blessings around
these huddled numbers.
Or, hey, you could think
of usthis way, as
a dynamic where
I might kneel and you
might stand and
we could both benefit
from our joining, even
praise or scream our
delight in coupling
because because we
need to just like all
you other people merely
want to weld together
like birds, like humans,
like several simple happy
lumps of dullish clay.