No Sex Please. We're British (and Portuguese)

I don't feel comfortable

She murmurs

Publishing anything explicit about sex

My heart sinks

Into the childhood quagmire

Of shame, repression, denial

I exit the bookshop

Into the horny street

Arrive home

Smile

Trying to ignore

The sounds

Through the thin walls of my flat

What makes a woman express herself like that?

Is it not beautiful to capture

Or at least evoke

The force of her surrender

The depths of her expansion

The issue is not how uncomfortable you feel

It is how to make words worthy