My Song 2 Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

I need to know that you won't ask me to crawl to your feet
unless it's in adulation
I don't believe there is any dignity in a man crawling to a woman
What is in the blood of a man that makes him derive pleasure out of sex
What is he looking for, as an entity
the area women occupy in the universe is determined
Cannot relatively be more important
than the act of reading the paper
yes the universe is roomy and one can find oneself at ease,
as long as the forest is near
secrets abound
no more ant hills, less dialogue about urinary tracts
more airoplanes