Today I watched a porn film,
Picked it from the gallery of others knowing it wouldn't quite
Fit my taste, seeing as my taste is that of
Sweat, honey, water, salt, flesh,
And not a sequence of pretend events.

Is it there for when you're lonely? To fill a hole?
One not quite so cleanly shaven, carefully focused, however. A few inches

It was violent sex. I wondered why.
Why, when you could lie against my chest and feel
My heart punching hard into your ear, when my kiss
Could kick you in the mouth, the jaw, when my smile,
Warmed and red and devoted, or my laugh, or my fingers
Between yours
Could peel forth, from myself, bold
As a sudden orgasm?