Against the Tide

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He always had an undertow beneath

His skin, but as in nightmares he did not

Know what it meant.  It was like a sheath

Around his member holding him from

Flesh fulfillment.  Mental illness would be far

Too strong an explanation.  More like gauze

The barrier had grown to be a scar

Around his driving part that made him pause

When man should thrust away.  The undertow

Was strongest where his feet gripped very hard

To make his maleness pulsing, urging grow

To tropic density, a would-be shard.

  It was as if he wanted to awake

    His truest self and be a poison snake.

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~ Phillip Whidden