Unbridled licentiousness with no holds barred, <br />Immediate and mutual lust, satisfiable <br />In the heat, upon demand, aroused again <br />And satisfied again, lechery unlimited. <br /> <br />Till space runs out at the bottom of the page <br />And another pair of lovers, forever young, <br />Prepotent, endlessly receptive, renews <br />The daylong, nightlong, interminable grind. <br /> <br />How decent it is, and how unlike our lives <br />Where “fuck you” is a term of vengeful scorn <br />And the murmur of “sorry, partner” as often heard <br />As ever in mixed doubles or at bridge. <br /> <br />Though I suspect the stuff is written by <br />Elderly homosexuals manacled to their <br />Machines, it’s mildly touching all the same, <br />A reminiscence of the life that was in Eden <br /> <br />Before the Fall, when we were beautiful <br />And shameless, and untouched by memory: <br />Before we were driven out to the laboring world <br />Of the money and the garbage and the kids <br /> <br />In which we read this nonsense and are moved <br />At all that was always lost for good, in which <br />We think about sex obsessively except <br />During the act, when our minds tend to wander.<br /><br />Howard Nemerov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reading-pornography-in-old-age/
