If you search for "sex" on poetry thursday
you will find this;
which I rote
Rolls and floes
of pretty hair
To see her in the bedroom bare
I've looked at sex that way
But now it smells
and wets the sheets
Who is this person next to me?
When will she go away?
I've looked at sex
from both sides now
From dream and truth
and still somehow
It's sex's illusions I recall
I really don't know fuck at all
Doug Palmer
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