Sexual Cocktail

When one comes to understand and accept

The nature of one's motives, the fuel for one's actions,

To release the long-held shames inherited from the collective,

The oft-revered and almost mythical glamour

Of sexual encounter, engagement, culmination, and satisfaction

Is seen for the gelatinous cocktail of energies that it is:

A furtive eruption of the body's sexual waves

Otherwise suppressed under the veneer of decency,

A quest for self-worth validated by

The approval, domination, or seduction of the other,

Which sparkles brightest in a new connection,

And the (re)discovery of one's own sensual compass,

The guidance of our own pleasure,

So oft forgotten and buried under

The rushes and veils of justified civility.

Once these energies find acceptance

In the judgy courts of the mind

The sexual tendrils within,

Now unhindered by sullied connotations,

Can regrow and unswell to find balance

And proper function amidst the rest.