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08/20/08
The Dark Night of Desire Why is this night so dark?, I ask myself, with deep resignation, Realizing I know the answer too damn well.
When you've outlived your sexual desire, You've already hit the north face's slippery slope, On your slide down the frozen mountainside,
To impotency's base camp — out of semen-steam, Lucky to be alive, if low on testosterone, Wounded, longing for nothing but rest.
And then, what's left, you ask yourself, flatly, If, in fact, you bother to ask at all, When you can no longer erect a monument to love,
For the lack of adequate bloodflow, The capacity to arouse even your onanistic urges? You chastise yourself for being so pathetic,
Especially since your memories are yet active, Still shimmer with hundreds of young ladies You bedded in dewy grass, hotel rooms, at home.
But as you hit the bottom rock of rock bottom, Your options fade into the diminishing years, As the gleaming, quivering peak disappears into thin air.
Tonight, grudgingly, reluctantly, I slip between the earth's moist lips And enter the dark cavity, on my return to her womb.
08/20/08
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