Man

Of each other we are perfect 

The grooves fit and fill each quarry

And in the snugness of our fitting

We descend upon elation. 

A tone perfected in the solitude we own

Unshared, uncharted, undulating

Respected mores even amongst

Societal rot.

Then 3am came, and with it- You

Your thickness, your customs, your chivalry

Your projected gentlemanly considerations...

This is not the time, nor the place

For anything but-

The animal in you. 

Let the dream carve us open,

To feast without expectation

Amidst the landscape of our bodies. 

Judged by the potency

Of appetite.