Blessed are those who never seek sex. Blessed are those,
Blessed, blessed and tortured.
The poor things need to know, the result and purpose
Of everything is to be anything
The very purpose of nerves
Is to sense.
The calcium-sodium channel
Adapted within the nerves of every being
As teased and toiled over by God
Send the ions tossing their charges
Back and forth.
Licking the membrane separating them enough
For energy to flow.
Zippers clicking along audibly
The ear maladaptive to hear.
Curtains never close enough
However for the eye, which
Grows as big as the unbound mind allows.
A limitless mind has provided today
As a flourishing option to be unguided.
Allow each and every river and stream to it, to run boundlessly
And your gulfs will widen first
Slap your thighs and scream enough
And eventually it will be so easy to do
That it will be hard to stop.
Don’t add your tears.
Don’t give up your precious salt.
The oceans don’t care.
Sit and smell, feel and absorb the enormity of the ocean
Hear it, for three hours a day, daily for 6 months.
But remember to not lick your lips
Because the salt buffeted and crystallizes on your skin
Will taste like every lover you never had.
Blessed, blessed, and tortured.