I claim a sit-spot
in a wildlife sanctuaried forest
just beyond my backyard,
And cycle there
while seeking a primary distinction
between sexual and sensual feelings
filters
frames,
Already peddling toward suggestions
my motivations for this direction
could be impure,
prurient,
certainly less than perfection,
But,
I am not right-brain deterred,
This forest is my familiar territory
where fools
and wise men
fear to tread
on resonant ecofeminists.
When seeking
imagining
experiencing
remembering sexual possibilities
and impossibilities,
attractions
and distractions
and unattractiveness
along...
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