At sixteen years old
the sex was degrading.
At sixteen years cold
my sex life was blazing.
At sixteen years gold
my next life: amazing.
At sixteen years bold
the sex was emblazing.
It colored my outlook
and flattered highlights.
It numbered black book
and lacquered my nights.
It painted my soul
with shades unimagined.
It tainted my whole
for decades and fashioned
me into myself
which was separate from others:
apart from my family, their God
and my lovers.
Sex was between
myself and desire.
Sex at sixteen
was a trial by fire.
Written by Jason Wright
February 23, 2020
