There’s a woman at my work.
There are always women at work.
‘n there was that question, “What does sexually active even mean”,
‘n I think, I think I’ve got the answer:
sexually active is the understanding that while you want to see everything naked,
you have no right.
it ain’t a great answer,
but there’s always that woman at work,
maybe that talented ‘n leathered man–
‘n I want nothing more than to write poems,
‘n play games, ‘n hike hidden trails,
but it ain’t enough,
it ain’t enough to simply do,
no matter quality/quantity.
(de)light ain’t got a thing to do with findin’,
‘n these love poems ain’t found me love,
there’s a woman at work,
n’ she don’t ever look twice,
but I ain’t about the sellin’ myself,
so why’d she have a reason?
‘n passion becomes haven,
‘n habit becomes safety,
‘n nothin’ is done.
but I’ve got poems to show for it.
