the Euphuistic Frog

And still there is the

grinding silence below,

and in my exhaustion and

frustration and regret and

apathy, i reach and grasp

Regardless of misogyny

for she who boasts philogyny,

disheartened by monogyny,

embracing a pseudogyny

within, without protogyny;

an abandoned road    

a reek of filth and despair

a  baby’s bottle

[german]  v.  come, arrive; result from ; reach orgasm

Death and Life by Gustav Klimt, 1916

‘midst rhythm anew

her name, but a whisper, to sugar my lip

upon fair lash and lobe, rosy flesh I kiss

and she purrs and writhes, as she quivers and sighs

until she is still, and her rapture I sip