They call it the sexual revolution,
This closeness, this almost-equality.
But always in the mood, the passive
Won’t be lost in the moment,
That might never come.
They say, how thin, the barrier
Between the sexes, almost non-existent.
I say, the line between past and present,
How flimsy; how transparent.
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