Slave and Masturbation
An old plow hand, I play acoustic
Foreskin, hairy palms, white cane
Puberty, the fish and the fingers.
Old acids etch anew my brain.
The old wants? They still imply
Unoffered breasts, often rejected.
Original sin is condition given
So the knee bores say.
Yet dark nipples still unstill light.
Small deaths linger lightly on sheets
No longer washed nor nightly scented
With reason wrinkled, or raw.
masturbation & slave