The following poem was published in The New Laurel Review, and the Porter Gulch Review…it's a fun favorite, read in a variety of forums including Mary Orr's (a local Vipassana Buddhist teacher) Flesh & Spirit couple's workshops. The poem also appears in my book What A Father Dreams:
Sex On The Kitchen Floor
Can’t say I’ve done it
but there was that time
behind the boulder on the beach
on the steps at night in Venice
somewhere on the Interstate between
Phoenix and L.A.
in the field while our horses wandered home
naked in the car while 18 wheelers rolled by
fooling around in the bathtub
and then there was Greece again and again
the time with that rope but we won’t go there
unless blindfolded which isn’t a bad idea
but the bed’s a pleasant place to land
so I keep coming back there
and does it really matter anyway
even the missionaries
with their singular position
must have had it good enough
to call it sin.