Poem [I don't know as I get what D.H. Lawrence...]

  I don't know as I get what D. H. Lawrence
          is driving at
  when he writes of lust springing from
          the bowels
  or do I
  it could be the bowels of the earth
  to lie flat on the earth in spring, summer
          or winter is sexy
  you feel it stirring deep down slowly up to you
  and sometimes it gives you a little nudge in
          the crotch
  that's very sexy
  and when someone looks sort of raggedy and
          dirty like Paulette Goddard
  in Modern Times it's exciting, it
          isn't usual or attractive
  perhaps D.H.L. is thinking of the darkness
  certainly the crotch is light
  and I suppose
  any part of us that can only be seen by others
  is a dark part
  I feel that about the small of my back, too
          and the nape of my neck
  they are dark
  they are erotic zones as in the tropics
  whereas Paris is straightforward and bright
          about it all
  a coal miner has kind of a sexy occupation
  though I'm sure it's painful down there
  but so is lust
  of light we can never have enough
  but how would we find it
  unless the darkness urged us on and into it
  I am dark
  except when now and then it all comes clear
  and I can see myself
  as others luckily sometimes see me
  in a good light