When we were teens, less than 20
desperately innocent, full of wonder
a word was rarely utter’d at dinner.
E’eryone knew this ‘vague’ word by instinct
yet sought in curiosity its ‘vivid’ meaning
thro’ Page-three girls, or movies.
In ways only Puberty could decipher
some took in secret a willing acquaintance
to know this words’ ‘mystery’ and ‘quiet’ humor.
Others indulge self to quell a hard-on
whiledecodin’ this oft christen’d ‘illicit’ word
without mum’s care; without pop’s guidance.
Much riper now in years, still my juvenile son
high on testosterone I can’t eschew embarrassment
discuss and honestly disclose this ‘taboo’ word.
Nor can I technicalities of this ‘worry’ word
teach my daughter feelin’ her way blind
now that she has bought her first bra and pad.
Are we hard-wired to this cast-in-concrete mindset?
Why not!? Tell them what this bolt of desire
between their legs is all about – without shame.
Tell them a wife, a husband is best to:
disentangle this web of tender intimacies
barrelin’ down on all God’s children.
Spare them a pervert who mentors only his oddity
spare them of abortion, spare them of that virus
that permits the old to bury the young.
Why not!? Tell them: this hush-hush is “SEX”.