He takes vulnerable risks
toward a sea of people
His individual music he wants to sing.
He gives of himself freely
Inside him, no grip for protection exists.
As his sound fills the giant room,
His heartfelt radiation
Takes an audience
To a place of deep meditation.
He is an innocent part of a body
With a heart.
He has a gift that seems loftier than art.
The one thing I really want to see
Is his private part.
We make love
He always wants it happy
The love me make,
It’s the innocent way
Love wants to make us
Innocent, like we really are
Like we were in the innocent days.
He smiles at the sound
Recognizing its naïveté and laughing
Every rhythm variation
A sensual incantation
A display of us intoxicating
Automatically sincere
Every stop, every cadence
Melody so radiant
That softens my heart
And puts thoughts in his ear.
I am shy toward his experience
I am shy but I cannot run.
Do my feet not touch the ground
As you float past when I look down?
Love
Pushes our bodies back and forth
Like toward a sea of people with no protection
The dance will start, it’s his innocent parts.
I know
He will make sure I leave this life
Feeling better than I felt it
A word to his health, he doesn’t need protection.
The birth of our Earth, his ready grin,
His natural selection.
Muscle Poems 
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