It requires –
wrote an author –
a total abdication
of intellect
It does not offer
easy balances –
less so under
a tightened blindfold
It kills your craft –
a single bullet
spat through
a silencer’s hollow
It is every other
compromise
which nuncupates
slyly exclude
It explores you
with a soft tongue
turning your voice
into foolish gasps
It demands stupidity
and subjugation
Do not confuse them –
love and wet sex
