stiff.

I can't say I'd die for

much.

the scent of the wind,

come spring

a stiff, thick, sparkling,

prize of man,

a drink

& the waves, the water

the ocean,

will

(we'll) ALL come

soon.

knife slits water.

since I've stopped being able to orgasm, the pool seems to be the only place, close enough.
well, not even, quite.
it's unfortunately, the only solace I've got.