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