Poem - "Sex"

Sex

Sex is not always the means to Love
Sometimes it is the path away from Love
Where the pleasure and the heart part ways.

Yet sex can masquerade as Love
Wearing costumes to perform in rituals
To brand the person,
To chain the body
To this person or that person
In the sad dance of a compulsion,
Of yet another addiction.

Yet when sex is born into the world through Love
It becomes the dance of the first chakra
Where Love uses the body like an artist
Using the medium of the physical
To make each breath turn into a kiss.

It is not sex, the profane or sacred,
That is at the pinnacle
Bathing in the clouds
Lightheaded from the altitude,
But the warmth of our innocent hearts
Joining one to another
With not any touch of abuse,
As pure as we will ever be
In our short lives on earth.


 Listen to Audio