It is <br />Setting fire to a house <br />Where I am not staying. <br />It is <br />Scraping the bark <br />Off a tree.with leaves. <br />It is <br />remitting fine while <br />Introducing a new book. <br />It is holding out <br />Hope to somebody while <br />Calling down curses to another. <br />O my dear, go not always with it <br />You are there to miss yourself.<br /><br />gajanan mishra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sex-what-is-it/
