In mounting warmth 

we strip away the underwear of our identity. 

Blushing and giggling, 

we pull our genders to our ankles

and then, naked, 

we climb on.

The He and She of Us 

become a limitation to our pleasure, 

sloughs away in favour of a more erotic possibility: 

the limitlessly horny intimacy if we could become each other.


The bright distinctive clothings of ourselves torn off, 
discarded in a careless heap.


- from Disease of Language (IV. Art), Alan Moore