like diamonda, I
am deeply put out by
my interest in men.

I would exclude them completely
from my repertoire if not
for my unbidden blushes:
I see them prancing nude
in the snow, finely toned asses, long
lumber-like arms, bears like ermine tree bark, hair curling
soothingdark and tumbling:

I see them don furs, skins
become stags
and bears.

by their cocks & mouths
I am repulsed:
but their burly arms I long
to sink into,
and the low hum of their voices
makes me buttery & delicious