PORN VS POEM
- Aug 15
- 1 min read
By Jin Tian
I see them as equal.
The urge to
Release
the monstrous unease.
Perfect job on earth:
being a porn star under daylight,
yet when night arrives,
burning pages in the fireplace.
Porn and poem –
you pay to watch one,
have to pay to get the other
read.
When you speak those lines to me,
I know I’m naked.
What kind of undergarments
are you putting on me
in your wandering mind?
Those artificial intelligences,
without real flesh –
how are they facing an internet
flooded with human desire?
Maybe they are the hope:
the fun of playing words,
the spiritual climax.
Will I be the poem star?
During my limited lifespan,
produce as much as I can.
Opposite to a young body,
a mutual mind is the sexiest.
There will be a Poem-Hub.
Am I still catalogued as “Asian Fetish”?
English is not my mother tongue –
guess I am the femboy.