There’s Sex Everywhere…

There was sex everywhere on any dairy farm

Urine and shit pouring out of cows backsides.

Udders and tits. Breastmilk everywhere

Lactating female energy permeating the milking barn

Twice a day. 365 days a year.

Calves suckling from milk bottles,

Their rubber nipples the size of a man’s well-tensioned cock

Thin plastic gloves sheath the length of my arm.

For yield and purity, I lube her ass with the emerald green of Palmolive oil

I five point my fingers, turn my right hand to its side,

and slip through the puckered muscles of her ass (her tightened bullseye),

Wrist, forearm and arm follow

Sliding along the length of her gut track

Probing inside as required by intention

Checking her stool for viscosity and color

Her stomach for health

When necessary,

An elder brother or sister.

A breeder or vet

rub the emerald green on her vulva lips

Points. Turns. Slips though and in

Sliding hand and arm along her birth canal to her uterus

Artificially inseminating her from stronger bull to increase yield

Or performing a D and C abortion

On the dead calf she carries

In order to save her life.

I watch

Female mounting females.

Nothing happens. No clits to frisson

Just a cue that the bottom is in heat.

Take her to the bull. Call the breeder.

Breed for better.

Breed for butter.

Breed for bigger breasts

I get a quarter for every cow

I catch in heat.

Sex is everywhere.

Never spoken.

Always seen

Our imaginations run wild.