IT'S YOUR CHOICE.

"Sex is not a blaze that we should quench.
If we don't, we suffer from its clench. "

Seems to me that you contradict yourself here.

First, you say that that sex is not something that we should extinguish.  -- meaning that it is something that we should let happen.

But then you say if we do what we should not do with respect to it extinguish it,  we will suffer from how it clutches us.

Then there's the question of how something that is extinguished has any power to grasp hold of anyone, not to mention what sex is if it is NOT a flame.

Did you mean to say that sex IS like a flame that we SHOULD  quench since if we don't quench it,  we will be burned up by it?

I do not contradict myself, but the idea needs some imagination which l can't place in the head of the one who doesn't have it, and l am not ready to waste my time explaining uselessly to him.

So the reason that one does not see your piece as well written cannot possibly be due to the fact that it is not well written?  
 
And isn't your answer to my questions an attack upon my person rather than something that speaks directly to my questions?  That's always a sign that a "poet" has no real evidence against criticisms mounted against his "work".

Your character is known to yourself first. No need to say anything about it.

And here I thought the question at hand was whether the real reason that readers might not understand what you write is due not to a personal incapacity to be imaginative, let alone to their character,  but to the way you write.

How nice of you to dodge answering it!

Do you have a job, Baldwin?

How would my answering that question have any bearing on the question of whether the reason that a reader finds your "poetry" incomprehensible and/or contradictory is that you write poorly?

Am I so wrong to want the flame
that good sex wings beneath
my lover’s flesh and mine?
It lets us know, like nothing else,
that we are thriving in the world.
Is it really an experience to be despised?

Perhaps the one who says
(so prudishly?)
that any sense of avid burning
held within the luring promise of
the consummation of desire
is like a sinful fire that needs to be put out,
be “quenched”,
before it starts
has never known the bounty and the joy
that sex brings into life.

And after all, does sex not make
believers out of those who dare
to let themselves become
swept up in it?

Do they not gasp and cry
within the little death
“O God!”?

Without knowing about you, l won't answer your questions. You are very materialistic. You believe in matter and you don't know you are a person first.

Why is knowing who I am essential to your answering  the question about whether YOU think it is possible that the reason readers might (or do) find your "poems" unintelligible and/or containing contradictions has to do not with a lack of imagination on their part, but with the way you write?

What does my (supposedly) not knowing I'm a person or my being "materialistic" (whatever that means) have to do with whether or not YOU believe that it is impossible for you to write poorly and why it is that YOU have continually prescinded from answering that yes or no question?