Children in their savagery sing out the night
humping tunes
no one can understand but them.
Hemispheres—
between the rising and falling of their legs
hide a wonder of populations yet unborn.
Come true…aim straight
they squeal like pigs in heat
out in the open for the world to see.
Arrows pointing from their groins
shooting exotic moves that everyone can use.
For we are all born of good and family.
Straights and queers
and those that fly in between
enjoying both.
Flawlessly we all taken center stage
illegitimate or not
blonds, brunettes or fiery reds
curly, straight or cornrowed—
the smiles are there
and the desire to run
pacing through the night
humping as if there’s little else to do.
Yet their desires demand release in a wonderment
that thrills the soul and leaves them floundering
in euphoria.