Women, Sex: A Poem

Women think the details of sex are art
The fine nuance of touch
And smell
And taste
All as brushstrokes against the flesh,
Their canvas.
Each portrait
Indelible
Each shade of color
Singed into memory
Until they can paint in the dark
With eyes closed
And no effort at all
But these later works
Lack the power
Of their earlier years

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