Manna from Heaven

LGBT gay poetry, sexually risky material from the closet.

“Manna from Heaven”

By Robben Wainer

 

A square peg in a round hole,

With his erection in my back

My Father slept through the summers

Masturbating three times a day as a form of celibacy,

I wonder next if he expects me to carry his baby

The wasted semen on the sheets

I go for a more a casual lay

I let go of his tomb which haunted me in bedrock.

I greet entrepreneurs, artists and vegetarians

They all wonder if I am trying to get laid,

But my ovum is manna from heaven,

It was also when I was a virgin.

The is no magic carpet ride

You have to open the doors,

To get through

I regret but make no amends,

But if you are tall and handsome,

I maybe day dreaming about you.

 

Author's Note

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