If sometimes
I appear otiose,
In such matters,
I won’t apologise
Unreconstructed and elegant
In my way,
Simple hungers
Made playful,
All men seek release
As prophets seeks gods,
As birds build nests
And monsters lairs,
In such things,
I bear a similar approach
Stronger than you
Less chaos with time
And even to take yours from you,
Negotiate your surrender
The thrilling glide of my fingertips
The brutish rasp of my beard against you,
Hasten my release
Give me strength to bear the burdens of the world
Through fluttering moments of worship
Between your quivering thighs.
And I would fight hordes
Bare handed
Bring furs to wrap around you
Build a fire to keep you warm
Meat to fill your belly
It is there,
In every breath
If sometimes
I appear otiose,
In such matters,
I won’t apologise
MB Blissett 