Marathon Runner

Marathon Runner

A marathoner with black eyes

gazelles his girth forward.

My eyes have an owner.

In his face,

a man with many beds,

one who follows the nape

of old gay swans

like a male about to thrust.

My taste, that he take

everything from me,

when Jews grind their matzo.

Marathan man,

bamboozle me on the cross 
of oblivion.