My Problem With Porn

has little to do with how cliched it is,
and even less to do with how much porn
is more about performance than character.

My problem is more about how
it does the job we create it to do;
restore the idea of a sexuality
into some domestic situation,
that past taboo has made chaste
until we cannot imagine
how we were conceived.

How we came into the world
was a kind of anonymous osmosis.

I enjoy returning the sex
into many every day situations,
I am happy with all that.
Where I am less pleased
is at the end of the film
I have nobody to thank,
for my brief  but enjoyable experience.
Just a wet tissue and a sense of ennui.

How sad it is to have nobody to thank,
when my needs have been so well met.