You don’t choose your secretions,
Or their aroma,
Texture,
Frequency,
Or place of origin…
And I’m not just talking about sweat,
Tears,
Puss,
Cum,
Shit,
And menstruation…
But also the myriad beauties,
That we secrete,
Every now and again…
We don’t choose the time,
Place,
Color,
Tone,
Texture,
Genre,
Quantity,
Etc.
We just wait,
Like anxious spectators,
To see what the gods,
Choose to secrete,
Upon the world,
Through our porous minds,
Hearts,
And souls.