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stuffed beaver – foto Smith

Sex has always mystified and confused me, since before my first bare breast at 11 up in her father’s hayloft after a 4-H club meeting, and way after my first vagina in a grassy field at 14. Had to be coerced into losing my virginity by my girl after boot camp at 17. Always loved the chase, but like a dumb dog chasing a car, I never knew what to do when I caught one.

This is for the old daze.

Sex Complex

This beast of sex
Is most perplexed
The way it works
A circle jerk
Make my move
From need or love
Or wait to see
What it could be
Never understood
What’s bad, when’s good
An alien thing
This theroried string
When say is now
But means not yet
And yet somehow
The wet wants pet
But like the cat
With coming purr
Quick claws scratch
My human fur
So I’ve decided
To have mine removed
No more excited
Just calm demurred
Since human mind
Cannot be read
It’s better blind
With said unsaid
As limbic lust
descends to dust
And human sage
Waits calm offstage

– Smith, 8/15/2013


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