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NO ONE GETS IT RIGHT

  A  ritual of mating,
  the God of lust
  conferring no blessing
  on either sex.
  just a heated dance
  around each other
  testing the already
  sullied waters 
  with dirt feet
  worn out on a path
  tread once too often.

  But then it was
  something no one got 
  right, right?
  women too scared
  men overeager
  or girls brazenly
  bold with boys
  too decent for
  games in the dark.

  married couples 
  acting like siblings
  sister playing wife
  to brother dear,
  cousins getting
  away with everything
  and the old saintly
  by default.

  A mixed business 
  it is I am certain.
  No one gets it right.
  everyone with large 
  appetites  for flesh
  flesh and then more
  flesh.
 


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