jumpy

spermatazoa make folks jittery.
spermatozoa make folks nervous.
spermatazoa are just so restless.
spermatazoa are just so wriggly.
they're twitchy little things,
never settled, just swimming
and swimming and swimming until
their lives are over.
oh heck yeah, spermatazoa make
folks nervous. there's just
something so ACTIVE about
spermatozoa; restlessness
is their way of life.
sexy naked young man lies
there on his back on top
of his bed jerking himself
off, contemplating the plume
of cum soon to follow, considering,
for a few seconds or so, the
hoards of spermatozoa aswirl
in the liquid he's about to
spurt, and he's jittery about
all that, the spermy aspect
of the situation; mainly
though, he just wants
to cum. when that happens,
when he lies there on
his back spurting cum
onto his chest and
belly and feeling the
incredibly fine sensation
of orgasm, he thinks,
for another second or
so, about all the little
spermatazoa, and he feels
jittery, nervous,
but, well, um, cleans
up, wipes up,
gets dressed and goes
out into the sunshine,
only vaguely aware
that the essence of cum,
is the pure zippy
joy of slime.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in Zygote in my Coffee, issue #119, June 10, 2009.)