My phallus,
that idol sculpted
in the furnace of desire,
is it devouring me whole?
Or is it swallowing too
my brain,
that astonishing galaxy
where thoughts drift
like restless stars?
Have I become, all at once,
prey to the hunger beneath the skin
and to the wonder of the universe?
Life trembles and blossoms
inside a storm
of unfinished doubts.