Tom Of Finland (An Homage)

Are his warm blue pillows turning transcendental?
In pajamas, he transcends us out of time
Where we love him everlasting like a panda
His every feature is a lotus in our eyes
Are his blue-green microbes teeming exponential
In the waters of my eyeballs and my skin?
Where he shares all his minutia in felt slippers
And I whimper tiny whimpers just for him
Are his large square fingers fumbling accidental
On the button and the zipper on my pant?
Where he works me in the foyer like some Play-Doh
Like some roughneck holding girlie like a clamp