In love with lust

In love with my own lust
pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain
a few seconds apart

in denial about
what pain?
this is about having fun
being human
it's ok for me to be a sexual man
it's hormonal
I couldn't stop it if I wanted to
it's natural
it makes me a man

how strange:
reality really is
the best form of poetry

but my brain seems made to interpret symbols
as if they were the underlying reality
and they are not
it helps to remember
symbols are not reality

lust never sleeps