In the first draft,
I simply called
your penis small.
I found that
unartful, because

a blank page
and a brain erased
over and over
are both subtler
than stating what's been true
for 10 millennia.

And I can lie awake for hours
dreaming of your
leprous soul
and of our
sublime unity.
Yet all that's true
is your ugly banging
and how small you are.

You can only manage
2 inches of wood
to harass me.
You will never
get in this room
or off your prick.
My penis
is larger
than yours.

That is artful,
in the way it is true
for every artist
and their tormentor.