Sestina

"Without protection, you are making love to AIDS. Protect yourself."

After the meal, your wrappered skewer points to the sexual--
Related places--on the rough map of the table. Memory jolts
The level of our glasses unless our legs sit, and stand the personal
A mixing it has come to mean, and a canceling equilibrium.
Sign up for a course in the genre, because we're here leading
The questioning to make way to the fore, and placement of yes

Yes, it will be enough, duly influences too little of the yesses
The chapped flint pieces nothing else will serve, but the sexual.
So that the fire is made universal, I feel it in my skin, the leading
Edge of our technology, I see it in your eyes like having taken a jolt
Of whiskey. Finally whisked into mutual adjustment, capturing equilibrium
Again, we hover off the mark of each other's adaptation of the personal.

Prying off this layer puzzled that we come again, to our personal
Effects: imagining ourselves in them expands into a story of yes,
And I will be found dead with a copy in my pocket if equilibrium
Chances to find me, if nowhere else the unpartitioned sexual
Encounter with all that we sacrificed for it, spilling out of us, if a jolt
Daliesque, we fashion each torso into a chest of drawers as leading

As a stare. Stay in hotels, in creative silence, until whose leading
The race against loss? Life's difficulties are dependably personal
That hungry. Until a French ad campaign finds us badly jolted
Out of that stance, and trapped among hinged legs. But for the yes
On my lips, and sucking the color-drenched dreams of the sexual.
Thinking about particular realities, a big sleep to come, of equilibrium.

Disarticulates the sting (in the wrong direction) of an equilibrium
We read and write by, and beyond the breaking of all things leading
Towards their long-anticipated end, we are claimants of the sexual.
Kisses to your pink parts--before the flush of exposure, personal
Or otherwise. Confinement to any particular locale or station of yes
Yes it's a shame it might come. I am not dismayed by clandestine jolts

Of electricity we loosed into the public arena, which is just another jolt
Felt as the visceral truths, the furtive in-betweens of life-giving equilibrium,
Your hands flex nervously, or in grief? Smoothing all deformities in yes
Yes, a death wish of the species, rather what befalls the vulnerable, leading
Five cardinal points encompassing the whole question of the sexual.
Similarly covered, we slowly recover from our shared view of the personal

It is this yes, yes sometimes humane or sometimes hairy leading
Us onto further shame to make us modest, beautiful, if jolting our equilibrium--
The sexual corrects a personal sense of being recognized as our own.