Funny lust

Now we all want to save our children from, shall
we say,
our
own "ineptitude d'amour"
and endless, Laurel and Hardy love lives.

We rightly hope our kids can remember their first loves
without disturbing mental
images of dirigibles
diving into the earth while horrified crowds
scatter;
ending in a monstrous thump of flame.

Yet we won't tell them
how we undid ourselves,
or give them practical advice, like:
"try not to
put an elbow into anybody's cheekbone,
because it's sex, and you can't
say:

"I'm sorry, I was thinking of something else,
just for a moment"
or tell her
"Christ, dear, I was concentrating on Lawn Bowls",

while she's lying there half-stunned.