the june bug
here comes spring and summer
all hot
with passions exposed and raw
this mating season ;
where fights break out among the men
and the women hate each other in silence
sex and love and lust
so spontaneous
yet
clumsy like the june bug
that in its haste
trips over its own appendages
and stumbles with the burden of a body
its own body.
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