Lost-in-Stereo-Love

Love is lusting   Love is trusting      Love is thrusting. Minus two   if you do- But know   that Sex is a vex;    A curse for the worse. A voice   without choice. Indeed,   to lope     and cope. Pulling the pieces    Through nephews and nieces. Making mingle   be single. Singular-   Like the word unheard. But those who speak   are weak. Just fuck  and with luck - The Sun  will shine      Devine. But those who care   will spare; Those who live   will give. But what is life   without Sex? A goddamn vex.

This poem is about sex. (yeah, that got your attention) This poem is about sex. This poem is about love. This poem is about living in your sexuality instead of being afraid of it. This poem is about saying “fuck you” to everyone who told you it’s wrong. It’s dirty. It’s shameful. This poem is about the sin so natural it takes you to heaven on earth. This poem is about turning the key, finding your voice, making your own choice. This poem is about independence, decision, instead of buying into all their misery. Honestly. “Abstinence class” 150 pages of health text book telling you “