Masters Of Man

take you apart moment by moment
explore the pixeled brain
colors too numerous to name
colors without names yet
pluck out the eyes
cameras to the passing scenes
don't look at everything
at least don't look twice
those lips creating all the words
air from the lungs gentle and silent
dry lips
wet tongue

shoulders shouldering
arms arming
butts butting
knees kneeing

heart and soul polar opposites
one spastic, the other smooth
a masterpiece of technology
a mysterious and supernatural wonder
the woman certainly the superior
better hearts, better souls
the ache they produce
masters of man