Poezie

Fine and Slime

The hand is sliding
down, where it's lying -
the hard piece of meat,
to move in a single beat.

Down, down, down...
the king with a crown.
Up, up, up...
lovely morning nap.

Feels good, feels so fine
the senses are intertwined.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow,
body bending like a bow.

Down, down, down again...
Jesus Christ and Amen.
Up, up, one more time...
there it is, king and slime.

After that take a breath -
it's ok you're not dead.
And although it's your gene,
it's the time, time to clean.