The Sex Trap
How mysterious
we seem to each other,
how matter of fact,
So familiar, so dissimilar.
in every mirror.
As we indulge in our
shared needs, desires
and wants
we may both find
and meet ourselves.
It’s a sweet trap
and if God (in some form),
came upon us
locked into each other
like that,
that ineffable-image
might smile
and perhaps even inquire
if being free of it all
is what we really want,
when what is most necessary
is that we love,
love even the trap.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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