The Procession

Draped in chocolate wool,

cinched by

white coils

thrice-knotted

for tradition’s sake,

walk in file,

candles lit,

chant in voice

the ancient scrolls,

a holy sight.

Just men,

a romantic procession

to soothe the ego, yet

once pricked

they’ll lose the struggle

to warring

and more separation.

Compassion…

Compassion links

the chain

in unifying orgasm.

agd