Mistrust Of Sex. Poem by Terry Collett

Ginny had a mistrust of sex,
It led into dark corners
she didn’t want to recall,
didn’t want to explore,
didn’t want to know.

Mother’d just died,
Father was too cut up
to notice the fingering and pokering
in shadowy places
out of sight of others.

Her husband tried,
years later,
in a gentle manner,
to open her up
to the joys of sex,
but she closed him up
and shut him down,
after kissing moved on
to touches and holding
and physical smut.

Ginny wished Mother’d been there,
hadn’t gone off with death,
hadn’t left her alone
with the bogeyman in the dark,
who touched her
and fingered her
just for a laugh and lark.