All My Cards

I integrate the sides of myself,
the villagers living within,
and in so doing
I bring in the whole
a unified soul to begin.

A monster
who wishes to hold and secure
and weld each cock broken dream,
he wields his sword
and flaming tongue
and rips unqualified seams.

A lover who covers his tracks
with a mask
asking permission to cum,
but needing as signal
the head of his mate
on a platter orgasmed not numb.

An analytical sapiosexual
who in the trenches of pain
mucks through the mire
and still he aspires
to couple the mind like a train.

A workhorse, a demon,
a go-getting lad who has time
that he's wasting no doubt
just nanoseconds to figure the patterns
and then he is off to his route.

A connoisseur of delicate minds
of sense and smell and rejoiners
subductions arrested
and fully he's tested
each word etymologically coiners.

And so at the fulcrum
a pentacled best
enfolded and laid on the table
he dines alone
in a Buckminster cone
a triad of triumph when able.

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