Was I too brave or too weak to chase
the ones I was sexually attracted to?
Did I close a headwaying conversation
with a clumsy and misty handshake?
Or did I simply stare emptily at wanting
and hesitating reluctantly to say yes to
a proposition; even when I struggled
with mountains between valleys of `yes’ or `no’
Something like a rock in my throat
gave them the impression I was a nowhere goat
Like a celestial virgin made to fit in its cluster
by the imposing viceroyalty of fate.
I did not shut the door on libido
I did not think it was my foe; I just didn’t go!
Yes, I have been a prisoner to silent lust
but I had a strangeness to see it gather dust
I simply never had its escapade
Yes, the urge is unsettling, and it never rusts
But I have zeroed in on the fact to understand
that there is no soul in a one-night stand
You may take it or leave it, that animals
believe procreation is for creation, reproduction
And humans simply overestimate their knowledge,
that only simply succumbs to things between their thighs
That we think we have so many ladders to climb,
Yet, we have one bladder to bring us aground
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