It’s All About Sex

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