Ode to the pussy

that’s right,

you heard me correctly 

this is a poem 

dedicated to the pussy

my pussy specifically

you see

she’s quite the detective,

always knowing 

what or who

is coming next,

if I should continue seeing him 

or onto the next one

because she too 

knows what she wants 

and that is not

a weak boy

with no vision 

but rather a man

whose dreams extend beyond

what’s beneath his jeans—

Yes, he is who 

my pussy means,

sometimes I think

she knows better than me.