Living pheromones filled the air, something
mortal, Earth-like. It baffled her. Close by

she lay in the grass watching, observing,
as the man-thing’s blood-hard cock swung high.

As the woman-thing knelt down as if she
would dine on every inch: suck up veins;

swallow the great flood in her mouth; bury
him once more deep in her throat. What explains

humanness better than this? We do this
because we’re divine souls. Let the grownups

forget. Forget that we fuck to beget
rapture’s kiss. Forget even what a kiss

is. Sex confuses me; I raise myself up
and find that once more I am soaking wet.