HER VIEWPOINT Poem by Zhai Yongming

her viewpoint shoots from one end of the bed
to the other to look as your body
makes its way out of
clothes mobile phone shoes

and then there are your fingers
slender outspoken
as if hearing once more
that clash of pelvis and daytime

everyone is neutered
everyone has lost their health
everyone is exposed outside their bodies

bound for a den of suffering
even dressed in armour your acupuncture points
could not be wrapped up at this moment
every inch of your skin could at last
grow lazy offered to the touch
and she will be happy for a time because of it

turn off the light evolution's orgasm says time and again:
what you are prepared to offer up tonight
is not that important to her

(their children will witness
the whole process of birth:
amniotic fluid blood infant
charging out in uproar
no drop of sperm left for choice
no inch of room left for rest)