Maybe God, as a man, with a beard, in a chair
He was right, in the Book ‘sex is wrong- go elsewhere.’
A feeling for connection or for licking an erection
Or injecting into skin a little tingle and a thrill of
“Wow he wants to touch me, and wow she is divine!”
A craving for a tangling of limbs just really is:
A question of acceptance:
“Will you see my skin is rough?
and I wake up with a cough”
“I am boring, watching crap
On the internet while sat
On a chair with my feet
in the air”
“Will you like me when I cry? Not pretty tears of butterflies- a sobbing oh why oh why oh why”
With a sigh- a moan, a groan- some sex.
Maybe I will think you accept me.
Maybe God was right- go elsewhere.