Wet Dream

By Noel Adrian Hepworth

A controversially honest poem that addresses the ineffable ecstasy and excruciating helplessness that can trouble a man in his slumber.
No gentleman, no matter how old or gallant, is immune.
All men will succumb, but only the poet will put it into ink.

Creep,
Like an erotic assassin,
Into my room;
Into my bed,
Into my dreams.

Intrude Into a peaceful scene,
In wait rose buying margarine
And just when I feel safe and clean
You touch my anus.

Why?
I beg you to leave,
Begone, I say!
So I may return,
To dreams of verse
and rhyme

But no.

Like Jesus I will rise
Like Adam I will fall.
Like Noah I will drip.

My worthless snake peers
From the flaps of my fly,
Like a Russian woman staring out of a window,
Awaiting the night
In silent
Terror.

Orgasm sounds.
Oh, how I envy the insomniac.

 

 

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