Poetry Circle

In the poetry circle
we read prose that we have memorized
and drink coffee over a hot debate.
The retired teacher and electrician
recite T.S. Eliot and Robert Frost
and chuckle nervously when
a wide-eyed, vivacious woman in her 20s
closes her eyes and repeats six stanzas
by some obscure Russian poet
about love and passion
with more than a little bit of sex sprinkled in.
The retired teacher and electrician
politely disregard her youthfulness.
A discussion about changing sexual mores follows.
But I am also young and  want to tell them
about a lesbian poet I know
quite a few years my senior
who has written quite a few stories
in erotic lesbian anthologies
and quite a few poems
in erotic literary journals
that leaves her fans panting for more
while she shops at adult toy stores
for her lover in New Jersey.
She and I
will not be reading our poems
in their poetry circle
in the near future.