John-Ward Leighton

KEEPERS OF OUR CODE

Lost it;
my mind wandered off
into imagining
a young woman’s derriere.
Better life than death;
and sex trumps
the hangman every time.
We can scarcely
leave this mortal coil
until this code is intact
passed on
by furtive groping
and culminated
in frantic humping couplings.
There is no cerebral here
only the steamy sweat
of sweet sex.
Poems and songs
flesh out the dream
of perfection
aiding more tries
at the joys
of conception.
The children,
the wonderful children,
all the world of humankind
must see and
pleased by the small faces
approve the
keepers of our code.