Someone posted poems about sex
It didn’t make me want to read them
That’s not because I am too old to care
I didn’t want to be a voyeur
It’s her sex, after all
I didn’t feel invited for that,
And even if, I wouldn’t have gone
And it’s not because it’s risky
for me to talk about sex in public
Sex is common
Everybody has one
Or two
Everybody
There isn’t anything special about sex
It’s only exciting because of
conditioning
Sex is just a word
that’s pretty disconnected
I crave attachment, connection
Like this…
The way I feel about you
When we are intimate, love
About us
Our bodies together
Hands.Lips.Ears.Eyes
That is what it’s about
