And the Spirit and the bride say, Come.
And let him that heareth say, Come.
And let him that is athirst come.
And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.
Revelation 22:17 (KJV)
Some speak of evolution from primeval protoplasm…
I swim against such currents and proclaim the true Creator.
Yet, like they do, I also find release in that hot spasm
and wonder why God gives the overwhelming indicator.
The Good, the Beautiful, the Damned; the whole human race has’em;
Dutiful prudes, psychos, saints, the intrepid masturbator.
All move together toward that annihilating phantasm:
the tissue-sneeze of discharge has to come sooner or later.
He could have ordained spores instead of sexual contractions…
but we are born of bliss (Edenic failures notwithstanding).
Though humankind delight in such involuntary actions,
the ends to such exciting means surpass our modern branding.
Fallen minds misunderstand, and think that God hates all pleasure—
yet it was He who gave to us this strange pulsating treasure.