O mighty girth, O record-breaking length.
O three-seats-on-the-subway spread.
I swagger, I swing, insert desire everywhere, thrust
into every conversation, pound
my point across, undaunted by hymen
or verbal refusal. I plant seeds
of my magnificence in every field.
Lifting toward heaven, I see
my erect reflection in each tower,
every missile aimed to space.
Women twist themselves
into whatever space I leave unoccupied,
offer caresses when I’m down.
Clumsy when drunk, gentle when
I choose, I rise and rise and rise —
each conquest crying, So immense, so grand! –-
then curl up, shriveled,
vulnerable, inside a lover’s hand.