The Code is Lust

rubbery herald,
fleshy breasty precursor,
announcements
of a softness
against which we are
but defenceless.

undiminished lust is
social retaliation.
The futile attempt
to requite gods
that inhabit only
our corners unlit.

Step by step,
the regression advances,
motionless,
and imperceptible,
as the drakkars before the summer
of rape and pillage.

Drums beating.
The 50 hz hum of sex.
Lust is magnetic.
In an un-physics way of.

The Code is Lust.