You live like you’re just a body
A cultural story
Just meat, bone, bloody
Biological brain gory
So you let menopause
Kill your desire
Extinguish the soul
Douse the holy fire
Few will swim
In the darkness of their soul
Most prefer the misty grey
Of being half-whole
They’d rather exist as flowers of weeds
In society’s garden of acceptable seeds
Never knowing what wholeness means
Never touching what the soul needs
The culture told you
“sensuousness is dirty, it’s done”
So you believed the lie
That desire dies at fifty-one
Few will swim
In the darkness of their soul
Most prefer the misty grey
Of being half-whole
Skinny-dipping together
In what they told you was sin
Kissing in the filthy places
Where the light gets in
That’s the courage it takes
To be whole, to be true
To refuse the cultural death
They prescribed for you
The courage to swim your darkness
Your naughty desires
Your “depraved night”
Is what makes a lifetime
Worth the fight
But most will die
Never knowing they were alive
Half-people in grey gardens
Who never learned to dive
They never swam
In the darkness of their soul
They chose the misty grey…
Of being half-whole