the poet performs

his poems are in effect porn

a glimpse into his naked mind and heart

him performing at his most vulnerable

in a controlled environment

to be edited, re-edited

and shot from flattering angles

in an ecstasy of creation

another one is born

from the unison of thoughts and feelings

thoughts and feelings unite

with a modicum of insight

will the poem be aborted, unwanted

conceived, locked away, unwanted

too much a product of love improper

or will it draw breath

and be shared

or will it upset

or be fawned over

some poems cross the line,

some seem divine

to the voyeur’s eye

for the director, another payoff

in form of tittilated appreciation

a sigh.