Tight Before Release

         Tight before Release

The bowstring waits to twang.  The tension raves

Against the fingers.  Then the arrow zings

As deeply as it can.  The target braves

The penetration.  Tautest Imai strings

Await the plucking of a classical

Refinement.  They desire release of stroked

Amazement.  They are like a fascicle

Of passion’s nerves.  They want their notes provoked

So they can enter holes’ divinity

Created for fulfilment they can give.

The hollows wait for masculinity.

Concavities are wanting to relive

Arousals they remember and have held

And hold, recalling hotly when they yelled.

 ~ Phillip Whidden