CENSORED - a poem by T Newfields

I wanted to gently stroke my love's

And write poetry about his

But the clergy couldn't permit this to be

And even a few literary critics agreed

So the rest of my poem was duely

They said:

What is the sense in being incensed

About a few mere centimeters of human flesh?

I replied:

To those with intellectual arrogance

Or vapid conformists stuck in pretense

Such things are best white-washed

Or

But to poets and artists

Who feel fervently

Such things are living testimony

That sensuality is not just an X-rated thing:

It is a whole way to embrace the world

and see.