Anthropology

[Rochelle Potkar]

Arousals are like offspring
Each man is happy to know if he is the parent.

He would like to nurse and nurture them
with a flick of tongue, inhalation of skin.
He is proud of the taste and aroma he has so ably produced for an orgasm.

The same doesn’t occur with the female.
She doesn’t inquire if the male has it hard somewhere, or if she is the reason.

Too busy handling the waxing of her own body,
she doesn’t reckon the rise of the male attribution.

She might have already melted, dispersing consciousness over his crimson ears,
the urgencies of his broken voice, his heavy breathing, his uncontrollable lunacies
to realize all of what she might be held responsible.

[rowens]

Arousals are like offspring
Each man is happy to know if he is the parent.

Speak for yourself.



He would like to nurse and nurture them
with a flick of tongue, inhalation of skin.
He is proud of the taste and aroma he has so ably produced for an orgasm.

All right, I'll give you that. But I wouldn't lick a tongue that's just flicked me. I'd wait 35 minutes, it's the rule.


The same doesn’t occur with the female.
She doesn’t inquire if the male has it hard somewhere, or if she is the reason.

Too busy handling the waxing of her own body,
she doesn’t reckon the rise of the male attribution.

You're getting somewhere. And I get it, because I find clinical situations the most erotic of all.


She might have already melted, dispersing consciousness over his crimson ears,
the urgencies of his broken voice, his heavy breathing, his uncontrollable lunacies
to realize all of what she might be held responsible.


The poem comes across successful; but highly unenjoyable. I guess that's why people avoid performing this way best they can.