Sexual Intervention

A Short One Line Poem

Be my intervention,

that moment of divine


I’ve been avoiding,

with my breath barely bated

basically trapped within

a sexual suffocation

dying endlessly

without the gift

of rebirth.

Loosen the noose,

of my celibate

singular entity

and bring about

my second coming.

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