Getting the Picture

The writer apologizes to the women.

He thinks we don’t get the picture.

We sit next to you in class, discussing

linguistic properties or logical fallacies,

without seeing this curve of muscle or that cheekbone;

without imagining your long thigh, hard and haired over;

without watching your penis uncurl and plump in our palms

like warm dough,

your gaze softening with pleasure;

without feeling your fingers slide

into the sides of our mouths;

without tensing our tongues

as if licking the last salty drops of you.

Well we do.

We just don’t know how to talk about it.