I used to feel guilty
for my sexuality,
for displaying my confidence
instead of prudence.
I used to be afraid
of going unrestrained,
until I found the misfits,
the sexual delinquents,
who taught me
to embrace my sensuality,
that modesty is an illusion,
a manipulative persuasion
to smother physical elation
through sexual repression.
I no longer feel shame,
now I feel pity
for the vanilla and tame
who are devoted to austerity.
They think it doesn’t connect
to intellect,
but those who neglect
to luxuriate both mind and body,
hinder their senses
at the expense of
genuine artistry.
