The poet tells you that All those stories about perfect orgasm, Orgasmic delight or dream orgasm are not true, For you have to first believe in sexual purity, In the intensity and goodness of sex Then rarify the moment, Reckon with yourself, and Mount the steps of the pulsating universe Only to give pleasure to the other, Then receive pleasure in all humility, Write about it in erotic detail For others to understand your special privilege And prepare to die in delight.
The philosopher tells you that You are chasing a mirage that You have inherited for earlier centuries By making the body the site of pleasure And there is no perfect sex Divorced from power For it is all a part of sexuality that arrives to you Via the Christian pastoral and the ‘bare it all’ confessional, You have placed the highest value on sex And then exchanged it for death, Something that is worth dying for, The philosopher tells you to throw away Both sex and sexuality and prepare to live.
