Rubs
He rubs his chin,
pinching adolescent follicles;
they turn to peaches.

He rubs his nose,
pushing cartilage amongst it's foldsome self;
it turns blue.

He rubs his cheeks,
wishes they were another's;
they turn pimply.

He rubs his penis,
pucks a ginger pubic strand from the urethra;
it turns long and wants to smack a thong.

He rubs his anus,
shitcakes his digits;
it turns hollow and lays fallow

until the end of time.