the politics of fucking, understandably –
are messy. the state would like to know whom you fuck,
and preferably, how much. not too much, because,
well, too much means you’re not being a Good Citizen,
and too little means you’re not producing enough of them,
but fuck the right people, at the right time, will you?
quietly. heterosexually. politely.
the politics of loving, well –
could you love appropriately, please?
a little less militant, a little younger,
a little fairer, could you love less fiercely, please?
the politics of loving are best not spoken of.
loving is something you can grow into,
quietly.
love softer, fuck deeper within the sheets.
the politics of want are too loud,
too unbrokenly beautiful,
the thump of your heart
is terror.
