I have a lot of questions
questions
questions
he repeats
slowly creaking
and dancing
on our screened porch
peaking swing.

Radiant
in fiery ginger godliness,
mind centering omnipotence

He is so far ahead
of answers,
I feel embarrassed
to share them.

But, in not sharing
I become lost in caring
what he might think of me,
feel about we
without sufficient daring.

He swings anal retentive
in a whole new light
of previously unrepresented delight.

Ah! that could not be my question.
A hypothesis, perhaps
meriting further research;
new questings.

It feels important to me
this questing
for high and deep best male alert
dessert thick
and creamy,
dreamy wave of carnal delight,
absence of fright
or fight
in last and long dark nights
on seas of swings
just fucking right.

I want to squeeze
these pulsing questings
out of this maleness
female mess
so quickly
complexly asked
and chaotically given

Shriven
of clothes
but not masquerades
of closet questions
questing answers
not yet hard
and widely embraced
formed
invited graced queer notions

Of motions
and emotions
just right
and left
bilaterally in-between
bicameral lusts
and bisensual leisure
to swing all theories continuous
polypathic
polyphonic
polyvagal
polymetric
polyamorous ways

Of in
and out
and rebellious shout
for Earth’s most carnal freedom
of re-connecting
polycultural con-scientific re-ligioning
questions about straight and narrow
meets wide and deep

Why 1
slides so sexily
through 0
shape-shifting chakras
of natural
spiritual co-empathic pole
and holistic energy
like nuts
round bolts
and male
inside female bipolarities.

So many questions,
he gloriously proclaims
in majestic awe
meets lusty wonder

As his bi-gendered feet
gently invite
our graced swing
to sweep and seep defeat
with co-passioned
revolving Earth
back to Spring
and forth to Fall

One late summer morning
on our screened porch
secret secreting swing.