A short poem
for a long list
of ex-lovers


Yesterday you touched me where today you cannot
And for those of you mourn the loss of flesh I say
it's just as well
And turn my back to the cliff side
to feel its cold face press against me
the way your lips did
as your hands searched my body for what they would never find.

And for those of you who celebrate my graduation into transcendence
I say welcome
because through our sex
my heart was always open,
and that was the true grate you entered and flung wide.

And to the third,
you timid few
whose hungry eyes saw what wasn't there
But whose shy paws shrank from what was.
I say grow a pair,
or perhaps I've got a set
lying around for you someplace.