They call me
the anaconda of amore,
the love python.
Want to sow my seeds
fling them wide over soil
both fertile and barren.
don’t want to plant my seeds
don’t want to line them up
in tidy rows
like burying The Unknown
Marching Band,
while they’re still playing
Taps.
You know you want to.
Please.
PleasePleasePlease.
Wrote this piece across forty years or so. Finished just a couple days ago.
Dawns on me, the entire history of one man’s sex life is herein laid bare. – JDW