Sex Wild Eyed Thing

Sex Is A Wild-Eyed Thing

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Sex is such a wild-eyed and primal thing.
The raw rooster crows; the donkey brays
hysterically in the night.
A cat stretches: its whole body—
so naturally orgasmic
in a Buddha-like way.
For a moment, reflected in my eyes
I see a cave painter, a wild dancer
of incantations, a hunter smeared with blood.
The hawk plunges its beak
into the hot body of its prey:
It’s eyes are fierce with delight.
A lion rolls in the blood of a dying gazelle.
Wild, primal, sticky with the sap of oozing spring,
the cave man tears meat from a bone,
and howls his ferocious pleasure
into the face of fire.
Sex, a wild incantation
of God.