How is it, in these times,
impossible to love who we want,
to hold the one we crave,
to drink sweetness from his body?

Sex—sex—sex—
that’s all we think about.
Pornography says nothing to us anymore;
we just go wild in the same direction.

A photograph only shows
what no one else will ever touch—
except us.
And still, the hunger remains.

Why can’t we find the courage
to open ourselves completely,
to show someone
everything our naked bodies adorn?

After all, this is only a fleeting image—
a moment the universe lent us,
and will one day take away.

Tomaž Jevšenak