I don’t know what sex is

 

I watch the dogs jump

Their pupils tiny points

Students carve

Fertility signs on desks

Pensioners regret

Things that went unsaid

Athletes stretch

Before a competition

 

But I don’t know what sex is

 

My mind goes blank

Before running adolescent fixations

Like a GIF loop 

With strange proportions

You call my name

Like an incantation

Emotions flash from fear 

To ecstasy unto death

 

But I don’t know what sex is

 

I tell you I love you

There’s a fear of being alone

Everyone else is dead

They never answer their phones

You tell me you love me

We think about being old

And imagine caring machines 

As a kind of fetish

 

But I don’t know what sex is