IT’S ALL ABOUT SEX
“It’s all about sex for him”
She said over her teacup rim.
But it is all about sex
All quivering juicy loveliness
Spring
Beauty bursting open
All
Ecstatic life awakening
And we
Also opening
Yes
Sex is everything
Yet still a socially self-righteous face
Banishes it to a shadow space
Plugging the whole
With cement ceremonies of
Rings and veils and satin lace
Until the ubiquitous shadow
Cracks their fear-filled damns
To claim its rightful place
Awakened wild dark rivers flow
Forcing them to delve
Beneath their rigid shells
Where hungry lovers dwell
So own
Our own soft sexual
Animal selves
Still vulnerable
To the triple hells
Of life
And love
And death
