Sex!

This is a poem
about sex

Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex…

I’d like to write
about something else
like the perfect exploding roundness
of the descending sun at dusk
or the thick, brazen red
you find on the label
of a cold Ropewalk Amber Ale

But the competition for your attention is fierce

And with one click
and a few keystrokes
you are able to make the leap
from poetry
to pornography

Sex is everywhere
on everything
you can smell it
in the bored, sultry air
of an American afternoon

So, this is a poem
about sex

Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex…

I’m told sex sells

I hope this works