thinking about sex

there comes a time
when you start to imagine
that people you know are doing it

at first it's rude
this virtual voyeurism
but you're past the age where
you bury your ears under the blanket
where the sounds from your parents' room
can't penetrate

still, it feels improper
thinking that a girl in your class
is doing it
makes you wonder
if she moans and grabs the sheets

makes you feel
like a parent
with a ear gingerly to the door,
balancing between titillation
and concern

there comes a time
that you're doing it
you're watching yourself
aroused by all those eyes
by what your parents would say
if they knew