True Love by Paul Clayton

Blown on hot winds of amour,
clouds of ancient swollen spore,
find the holes, then wiggle in,
lusting for the prize, they swim.
Then penetrate the slipp’ry wound,
something sticky sprouting soon. 

Meanwhile two civilized
erectile apes,
unconscious of the tiny rapes,
think, "wonder of wonders, I've fallen in love." 

He… pictures her beauteous bottom bobbing,
responding to his pointed proddings,
her breasts erect, her patch o’ fur,
and this is what he says to her,
"Are you from around here?"

She… longs to lay against his chest,
to place his hand upon her breast,
to pull him down and let him in,
but this is what she says to him,
"I beg your pardon?" 

And so it starts, the mating dance,
“what's your sign? They're nice pants,"
“Do you like wine? Is that your car?”
“No, not here. Is your place far?" 

Input, output, oh happy jam,
obey the greasy gland's command,
yes, God, whoopee, gut rut, fast,
baby, baby, make it last ...

Paul Clayton authored a historical fiction series on the Spanish conquest of the Floridas—Calling Crow, Flight of the Crow, and Calling Crow Nation, with Putnam/Berkley. He also authored a fictionalized memoir, Carl Melcher Goes to Vietnam, with Thomas Dunne. Clayton’s latest, Escape From the Future and Other Stories, brings together five tales that juxtapose the familiar America of the very recent past with ominous new versions of the country now coming into focus. Follow him on Substack: https://paulclayton.substack.com/