Sex is a Chameleon

I love sex!

What? Don't be surprised.

I mean it's everywhere

It's in the fingers running through your hair.

It's in red passion smothered beneath the sheets

and purple sweat dripping down bodies.

But it's also in the sensual wind that caresses trees

and in the way sunlight kisses long, longing leaves.

It's in the way waves thrust upon the beach,

water penetrating land and drenching it wet

or the way the land swallows the sun and it orgasm

in a beautiful sunset.

Sex envelops my eyes

when they take in night skies

the way the night lays upon the chests

of hills and valleys and rests

until mornings spread her legs

and the seasons beckon one another

like anticipating lovers

and when my eyes gaze upon paintings

that whisper beautiful somethings

like music slipping into my ears

that have the power to well my eyes with tears

when they take in art and beauty around me.

All of it ends in an explosion

of bursts of blue, yellow, pink, and green.

Sex gives birth and not just in the physical way,

but in nature, art, language, and a lot of ways

It rolls across plains and mountains and music notes

into my body and now out of my throat.