“So-called Loss of Innocence”

Juxtaposed by walls
We made love in a dank room
But only thought of meadows
And while our grins conveyed our bemusement
The reality of the situation was grasped and ignored
As clunky as we were, we hardly lost anything that day
Not even our innocence
How could we lose that when we didn't even understand it?
While torrid visions of men coercing were shoved down our visual and mental throats
It truly did take two
And while we were brought up to believe that we would turn into monsters
It hardly felt that way
Our love was not eternal
It was not temporary
Never did we feel anything except writhing bodies and life
And I suppose that's why we did it
I did not feel my partner's essence
But I did feel my own in vivid, lurid detail as we commiserated each other's temporary insanity
And while I was never a man of lust, I was always a boy of passion
And passion is simply lust for the innocent