Selfish Genes Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Fingers down, eyes to deal
– Annealed afresh the wounds of wanton sexuality –

I surged again,
Smoothing out a field of mammary bulk
To nestle in between
A dream – the cream of life –
At least for men
To come again within a grasp of firm
And luscious femininity

To grope, to hold
A hand of hope
In warmth

And yet

A clash between paternity
And pornographic drive
To satisfy again

O! the pulse of pain
Of why I am a man,
A ham of life
To slavery! –

I know you know my claim –
To offer up the same
Of me through these beloved genes
Oh yes, these bloody genes!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011