I’m here for you, baby — right
out of reach. I throb in sync
with the cycles of the moon.
When you wake in the night & hear
a faint dripping, that’s me,
marking territory in the linen closet.
Oh what a friend you have
in Penis: a faithful familiar,
easy to love despite my wet nose
& my habit of poking it in every
secret thing. Walk with me.
Can you feel it growing taut,
my invisible leash?
I am the jewel in your lotus,
the genie in your bottle,
waiting for just the right rub.
Still your heart, empty your mind
& I’ll come, granting all
your clearly superfluous wishes.