I can hear them upstairs.
I can hear them
moan
scream
ohdaddyyes!

Men at work.
Passion in action.
Caution:
wet
floor.

We pair up eventually.

"I can't take it anymore,
walk with me.
I have a space
fill it
up.

I want to roll off
and walk naked toward
the fridge.
I need a turkey sandwich.
I work up a hunger
after putting in
some pumps and
thrusts.

I am all
that is
man."

They're up there
working away.

The joy of roommates
and
neighbors.

I have mixed emotions.
Good for them and
what they've
found.

I've been there too,
I've made this
noise.

Yet somehow,
sitting at my keyboard it all seems
just the slightest bit
profane.