Hoshang Merchant said
Poems have no sex organs
and then went on to declare he is spiritual.
It was just yesterday that I was reading
Mahadevi describe her entire body a yoni
and her soul, just a fortress stiff.
The Shaakinis of the after-world
torment you before crossing over,
the dues must be paid in full.
When Isis the great bird, was in a dilemma
whether to make love or eat
the great manliness of the dead Osiris,
lust won, finally and Horus was born.
My dear Hoshang, poems are the sex organs.