It’s not that I’m against sex, or that I don’t even enjoy it / But it always feels like there’s something I’m missing
All in Poetry
It’s not that I’m against sex, or that I don’t even enjoy it / But it always feels like there’s something I’m missing
Yet, to me, the attraction is not just about the mind, the heart, or the soul…
And sex is not necessary, even if sexual fantasies are a part of her life.
I want to pour you thirteen cups of tea, / strawberry and cranberry, twirling, swirling, / like your eyebrows lifted when I said I didn’t want to have sex.
All are secret dances / I do not know the steps to. / Some I regret not knowing / more than others.
They call xym on the phone sometimes. / By mutual unspoken agreement, no / one speaks of the dam, though xe knows / what they think, and they know / xe knows.
He sheds tears for your ignorance, but breathes / relief, unburdened of long-unwanted antiques.
I’m not a woman nor am I a man / Nor any gender known under the sun.
I suppose I was unhappy with myself / Until my body started resembling an unwelcome guest / Maybe I just never gave it much thought / I let people paint and put a name on it