Mr & Ms Poetry

 
I watch his X rated
Hallmark exploits
massaging his balls like bling
He's up all night trying to feel young
although really
she's older than him

He's the first
to flex his libido
to feed off her avatar's steam
where the ripple of muscle  
reaches giggles & skin
in a truly impossible scene

And though they both know
it's a no-no
not ever
in the name of art
through therapeutic madness
it's reality keeps them apart

In the name of bikini adverts
he's pleading to go PM
She can't bear to delete
his dreams
along with
sixty other men

He's wilder than Byron's prose
headier than Wordsworth in Spring
but when he crits her vagina
she reboots the world
while the mouth of his penis
sings