The War

And sex is very personal

I find myself dreaming about it a lot,

Yet I am a celibate woman

And I am very proud of my stance...

What eager rose falls from the Garden of Eden?

I find myself alarmed

And all of the sexual tension rises to the surface

How forbidden is the ceiling that rocks?

For there is a shaking in the earth

That feels sacred,

I am celibate and I am me

For the sun doesn't shine without thunder

And thunder rocks the earth real hard...

How forbidden is the rose that feels?