Ode to Foreskin

By a UTK Senior

Soft, untouched
Spared by the knife
Nature’s lubricator
Handjobs unopposed by friction
Pull you above the tip
To roll between my fingers
Pull you down
The shy head comes out to play.
Why do they condemn you,
In the name of religion or hygiene
Or mere tradition?
They don’t see you as I do
A blanket, keeping the rest of the body warm
Until night
When it can burrow itself inside my cave.