I Hesitate Poem by Julia Luber

I hesitate to invest my sexuality in my bitter avengement of something
about life, about politics, about pride. I hesitate. Is there something wrong
with me? Am I too romantic? That I don't want my sexuality and my avengement
of something difficult and crucifixialabout life: to mix. One is one; the other
is the other. I would like to think my sexuality is something I enjoy in almost
near privacy- really, with one other person. Am I supposed to protect this?
Is there something wrong with me?