Penis Penance

Just how can women cope when men are more

Gorgeous than their female matings, as strong

As gondolas’ slow rocking on the shore

Of Serenissima; or like a long

Boat set by Viking sinew on the waves

In Arctic storm of sleet that muscles gall;

Or sweeping trireme powered by whipped slaves,

Or Indian men, sons of the Taj Mahal

So lovely that a launch is not required

For it to conquer oceans of beauty;

Or Spaniards, princely, arcing noses fired

By gold greed and Roman Catholic duty?

The woman copes by worshiping that brawn.

She kneels and whispers fervently, far gone.