Hand lingers more than
It should.
Eyes go beyond whatever
My mind can't interpret.
Where does the wisdom
Lie though? In seeing things
As they are or re-imagining
Them into something more?
The bricks and bones of this
Dilapidated hut with a brain.
What more can this be?
A hand's yearning for another..
A phallus longing to fit into
Desperation of another to
Produce something that
Comes out crying.
The bare act of feeding
Famished Tongues was
Translated into different tastes
And now we sit here asking
Existential questions like
Condoms having flavors.
Other species must feel
Sorry for us for having a
Brain that overthinks.
Mating, eating, shitting in the
Open and not bothering
About a sleep schedule.
By letting us think that
We're the top in the chain-
They seem to be enjoying
A higher order of evolution
Anyday.