Slowly on the spaceship you finger me.
I look out to all the worlds,
I see the Orion nebula.
I realize suddenly I am a man
and you are fingering my asshole,
you are making me feel like a woman —
there is warmth and stars before us.
You devoid my heroic masculinity.
You are a woman and have a vagina.
If I was a more cowardly person
I could not admit this,
say a politician,
or a soldier perhaps.
I take on certain things,
for this is my will on this voyage.
– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin