The signs of faith Of finding god not in your Head but in your pants That the sex drive and All that goes with it Is nature's prescription For a good and happy life It's not just the tabs And slots game That makes me smile It's the scent of skin Your hairy breast That howls at my Moon-goddess self That makes me warm On a night Meant for snuggling And the pen Dashes across your chest And the lines Disappear And you and I with Our atoms didn't Keep us From ever Completely Touching Because that Would be god In every body's pants. And I don't think The godlings could handle The power And it would Be a sad Waste Of naked flesh.
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