To Be My Lover: Some thoughts in honour of D. H. Lawrence

If you want to be my lover
then love the feisty bugger
between my legs.

It is a part of me:
& pre-installed with other components
that permit me to operate.

Yes, it is mischievous – fickle,
but also cheerful, generous,
& eager to play.

Do not blame Sexcalibur
for having a one-track mind:
for it, shooting warm jizz
seems immensely fine.

This little schlong
is often greatly wronged:
it's not a mugger, schlecht, err schmoe –
just a manifestation of Freud's id
trying to make a heroic bid
to dance with life &
unite in a joyous flow.

Warm, saline spunky-goo
is a magic cosmic glue
with the power to unite
people in bliss-streams
as compassion accrues.

So cum on darling –
let's chu-chu-chu
& discover more
about ugh-ugh-ugh!

Tim:	Ah, when I was young I wanted to be everybody's lover and somehow bond with the whole universe. Now it seems that like an immense hassle. Isn't it wiser to keep a distance and not get too involved in other peoples' mess?
Cantara:	Perhaps you've never really learned how to love? Many people sexualize their love, confusing it with lust.
Chris:	Hey, be brave with your love and willing to bear burdens. Sure, there are many hassles and human pettiness is often frustrating. However, life-affirming sexuality is healthy.
Miok:	(nodding) Yeah, it's curious how most religions proscribe sexuality, trying to suppress it or supposedly transmute it into some socially acceptable form.