Ah, yes, to be food for thought is to be seminal. Semen means food, you see.
The true purpose of poetry is meditation and meditation is sexual. Communication is intercourse. Sexuality is life. The fact of life is sex. The Sun sends His rays upon the Earth as he sails in the womb of space containing the stars of the milky way.
Who am I but a lover? Who are you but a lover? Together we engage in this Lover’s Dance. And what is the purpose of our lovemaking if not to conceive?
In our dark depth
There is a secret
We hide from this knowing
For in it we die
We, the slumbering fools….
the impassioned kiss of the Prince.