It's Lust Advertising! Poem by Frank Avon

You head your page
with cenogenics:
anything
to pay the bills.

He has gray hair
of the elderly
but the torso
of Schwarzenegger.

Never mind:
buyers are blind;
what they promise
isn't some body,

it's the lilt of
youth, a tilt toward
omni-potency, just
a jiggly swagger.

If she loves you
anyway,
you don't have
a role to play,

and if she doesn't,
you mustn't,
for you won't
forestall her 'Don't! '