a poem too can be male and female br the way we want it br br i write it upon your urging br you say you are lonely and you have no one br to trust or to speak or to sleep with br br you are vacant and blank and empty br you are crying all alone and you wipe your tears br in the silence of the four corners of your room br br you open up a need. and i am there to fill it up. br i am silent too. and i know when to stand and when to sit br upon your gentle command. br br you ask for a poem about love. i write it. br you want something harder. you want me to dance the br dance of lust. i comply. br br i write a poem about an orgasm of words. br an ecstasy buried on some free verses. br br i bow down to your urges. you too bow down before me. br as i uncover what wraps me, what encloses me. br we open up like flowers shedding off leaves. br we face the reality that we are big enough to understand br br the power of ejaculation and the receptacles of orgasm. br we look at each other eye to eye only to close our eyes again. br br then our mouths fuse. everything fuse. Interlocking. br and then it rains. we take shelter in each other's arms. br br we live again. we throw away all the sighs. we have become one. br the gods find us and they are filled with what they once felt too. br br there are no words possible.br br RIC S.