When Milton spoke of the ‘copulation of angels’
And Lear said, ‘Let copulation thrive!’
They were praising the way that the life-force
Overcomes death with love’s sexual drive.

‘There’s little else that life can supply,’
Said John Wilkes, the people’s tribune,
‘But a few good fucks and then we die.’
Leaving our dust in continuous motion…

And who can prove that we don’t live beyond the grave
As spiritualized selves enjoying vibrant spasms –
While other-worldly beings cluster round us
to arouse us In a transcendent land of perpetual orgasms?

‘The Genitals are Beauty,’ proclaimed William Blake
And, when they merge in love’s fiery fever,
It’s hard not to think that all’s right with the world;
That these situations will go on forever.

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