It's right about there under the S of Scapula on the drawing that is the unscratchable zone responsible for some of our most agonizing and agonizingly pleasant moments |
Do all bugs go to some school
To learn exactly where to bite
To transmit perpetual itch, that
Square inch of the scapula hands
Cannot deftly reach and soothe,
Where even rubbing up against
A coarse grinding wheel will not
Relieve us of their histaminic
Excess? We, alone, can get near
But never spot on to ease a bit
The throbbing sting. I muse God
Foresaw this limitation in his
Creature and thought to give
Him a help mate with fingernails
And sufficient understanding to
Follow simple directions such
As, “No, over to the right, and
Up. Yeeeaaah! That’s it.” With
This simple wisdom of touch
The Divine allowed they would
Extend these directions to
Other forms of touching
With which to smooth
Their intimate moments into
The very opposite of sting.
Fully cognizant of who gave
Them this guidance the pair
Would recognize at the
Summits of their joy with an
Intense and breathy, “Oh, God!
Oh, God! Oh, God!” Even if
Centuries later his children
Came to doubts, they would
Still be genetically predisposed
To that primordial cry.
c. J.S.Manista, 2016
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