To have my face
between your legs
is to give back to the world
all that has gone wrong with it.
It is to make a self-disolving offering
to the spirit of the feminine
that has been kidnapped, taken away,
and not allowed to prosper and bloom
upon this sorely misled planet.
It is to sit there in a body of masculinity
on my knees
at the base of all that is right and good
to repent and make the prayer in flesh for a new era,
to say how much I utterly love you
and the way that your body tastes down there,
to ask for a better way of living,
to taste the essence of this promise.