Here is the poem: I'd like to start by saying I'm glad the lights were out. The lights were out and the world went out with them. Now our world, Where the only noises were the soft, safe, mind-numbing sounds of sit-coms And the crying of my cat. And light seeping under my door like a noxious gas Trying to creep its way onto our naked bodies And infect our skin with truth and disgust. I'll stuff a towel in the crack to soak up my insecurities. I'm glad the lights were out. My fan swung its blades round and round into the dead air Hacking into the thick smell of sex and sweat, Ferociously, like a Puritan with a furrowed brow. But the waves of cooled breezes barreling down upon us Made being under the covers that much more appealing. Well the build up is nice, with skin wearing skin. And the clock ticked in unison with our urgent breaths In. Out. Quick livin. I don't know how to keep up with time after you. We exault the god-like qualities within us That have been mashed down by high standards and societies. Let us go and create a paradise, a new Eden, an alternate heaven-- Because i'm not quite sure I'll get in. O Lord Deliver me to sin O Lord O Lord Save my soul O Lord I'm singin the hymns in rejoice O Lord O Lord Why was this left out of your gospels? And. Now. Comes. The. Awkward. Part. Where the lights Are searing into our guilt. Back to back, we wrench our underwear back on, Fighting to regain a load of modesty Like we had not already known each other. The lights spring on like an interrogation room, The ceiling transforms into a cop's face, A lost grace, my mother says. Fuck. The room is so apparent now With my parents picture smiling blue at me, My face peeling with epiphanies. I gotta throw out all my white dresses now. And he asks "Want a cigarette?" Comments?