Touchdown - Poem by Michael Philips
As he crosses into
the end zone
and the crowd
ejaculates in rapture,
that’s the money shot.
Now he jumps
into the stands
to merge with adulation.
That’s what I would do -
hug my lovers tight as we swoon
with simultaneous orgasms.
But I’m home watching it on TV.
I have no stands to jump into.
My desk is messy.
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