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SEPULCHER OF THE DEAD
A slime trail shows
A snail, a slug,
Or a meandering
Ejaculate
Has passed this way
Earlier yesterday
Or today; the trail
It blazed is smooth,
Not slick, now that it
Has dried to a white
Sepulcher of the dead,
To match my blank
And vacant shemale soul.
TAKING IT LIKE A MAN
On my elbows and knees,
The way I learned to be
In the military,
I wince, I frown, I cringe,
But, as your cock slides
Past my sphincter and impales
My fluttering anus, I
Try to take it like a man.
THE COMEDY OF ALTERNATIVE SEXUALITY
I used to wonder and to worry
That I might be gay,
For how else, I would ask myself,
Could I explain my fascination
With cocks and balls
Instead of tits and ass?
But now that I date a shemale,
Such anxieties are long past,
For she has both tits and ass
And cock and balls in which
I delight without dismay,
At peace as much as in love,
Now God's in his heaven
And all's right with the world.
PORNOGRAPHIC PRECEDENTS
The pulp novels of the fifties
Focused on lesbian love
And heterosexual desire;
Not until the next decade,
When such preliminary affairs
Had paved the way,
Did tawdry, gaudy paperbacks
First speak widely of the love
That dared not name its name.
THE PSEUDONYMOUS GUIDE
The naming of names,
Even in a land
That guarantees freedom
Of speech,
Dampens the libertine's
Liberty, so, instead,
Of his or her given name,
The author of erotica
Often invents an inky alias,
And, permitting him- or herself
This single lie, is frank
About the most intimate
Moments that transpire
Between lovers lost to lust,
And we readers seek more
Books which bear the alias
Of such a wanton writer,
Wanting to learn what he
Or she has learned, to see
What he or she has seen;
The authorial pseudonym
Becomes our true and trusty
Beatrice, leading us
Through all the levels of lust
Within the seven circles of hell.
PINWHEEL OF FORTUNE
The color wheel
Spinning at the speed
Of blur
Bleeds hues and shades
Of a garden or a rainbow
Into just as much a mess
As the passions which blaze
Across my shemale soul
When I stand in the wind
And bare my heart
To the Inhabitant on High;
Lightning descends,
And I am born again,
Electric with red
And blue and lavender
Pleasure and pain,
Crackling and afire
With my transsexual desire
To be both a woman
And, at the same time, a man.
DREAMLAND
Sleep pours itself
Into my soul,
And I slumber,
My world a stage
Of dreamers
Enacting fantasies:
Hermaphrodites delight
In their dual sex,
Cavorting across sylvan
Landscapes with satyrs
And dryads long dead
But alive again
In the magic, miraculous
Fantasyland of the Secret Self
Swollen and erect.
I wake, shuddering,
My thighs wet,
My cock stiff,
My breasts full,
Their nipples swollen
To bursting,
My heart a hammer
On an anvil,
My soul drained,
My hooves muddy,
And my bark clawed
To bloody shreds.
Tomorrow night, if I dream again,
I think I shall be a mermaid
With a cock like an eel
And balls like mussels,
Calling Odysseus to his doom.
This morning, when I looked
In the mirror, some thing
From Ovid's Metamorphoses
Looked back at me
And winked, whispering,
"See you tonight, my dear,
In Dreamland."
LARVAL WATER
Fountains spew larval water
Fresh with bloody dew
All over you and me
While we seek umbrellas
Among vendors wise enough
To have prophesied
Such precipitation
Metamorphoses occur
While we sleep inside
The tight cocoon
Oblivious to ourselves
Organs shifting
Merging
Emerging
Reemerging
In liquid opalescence
Our essence
Undetermined
I hold your hand
And you squeeze me
Until I pop
Because you understand
I grow breasts
Areolas
Nipples
I grow
Labia
A clitoris
A vagina
My buttocks swell
To fullness
I am woman
Ripe as blood
My testicles descend
And my penis
Swelling
Stands erect
I am man
Seeded from my semen
A hermaphrodite
At last reborn
You could have been
There with me
Inside the chrysalis
But you wanted to remain
Half the man and woman
You could have been
And would have been
Had you joined me
O how I pity you
The loss the better half
Of the perfect You
Cheryl
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