It is late. The calm day
Has slid into the milky way
And we are warmly surrounded by stars.
This warm night with distant voices
Makes me think of sex, and choices.
The ugly all the way up
To the very sexy. I cannot stop
Thinking of the sexual and the sexy,
But her, especially.
Her lips will return to dust,
Her eyes that love, and also must,
Her fragile beauty, of all, the best,
Her beauty deathless, more deathless than the rest.
All the sexual is sexual in vain
If there isn’t somebody sexy on the train.
Billie Holiday said, “Don’t explain,”
Because no one can. A warm rain
Falls. The sexual is sexual in vain.
The sexual must be sexy, and when it is,
Her beauty wins, beauty eclipsing
Everything. The stars. The rain. The love. The kissing.