Mother told me that
That thing between a woman’s thighs
is dangerous and should be feared
And avoided like a plaque
until a man I became

Her words rekindled anxiety
As I craved to discover the horrors
That coerced men to scramble and fall In between ladies thighs
while swinging on the branch of boyhood

That night, I heard our neighbor screaming
Only to discover her husband was on top of her
Performing his duties like a wounded soldier
So I was later told

His eyes shone like a man possessed by his ancestors
And her hair, scattered with fury and sweetness
Swayed carelessly on the scattered sheets
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