The Wondering Of Day

I wonder sometimes
Is the sex and groaning the ultimate prize?
If so what means the day when you wake up from the licking and sucking?
Does it mean embarrassed silence and coffee with cigarettes for breakfast?
Before a quick exit and a feeling of relief at your escape
Or does the morning mean more than the night?
Not to say that the morning is not made for love but
Is to ask what it means after the love is over and the thrusting and moaning is done
Is it more important or less?
Or does it retain an equal balance of love?
A sameness of spirit and the same passion as the sex and coming
Is this the going or the real going on?
Through the day and back into the night
Where that beast resides with two backs to show the world
After all that
I wonder sometimes about love
And about sex