Something masculine

Here's another in the "random titles" series:

Something masculine

Some places, something masculine is easier to come by –
A table or a notebook, in the lands of le and il and el –
But speaking English, as I do, sex always seems specific
And so functional, not part of everything around me.
It's only part of you and me, and animals and vegetables,
Of fruit trees and of flowers and electrical connectors.

Not metaphorically, no, but truly, everything has sexuality,
From rocks to bottletops, the Queen to Miss America.
The strings on my guitar, the notes I play, the music that you hear,
The ears you hear it with, the movement of your feet if it's a catchy tune,
If you know le and il, or der and die and el and la, la, la.
But if you're speaking English, it's an aspect you may never know you missed.

Masculine or feminine: it's ins and outs. It's plugs and sockets,
Birds and bees. The energy that drives the world. That made us all
And made the universe. And in a universe where everyone
And everything is trying, always trying to fit in, what if you don't?
Or know you wouldn't want to if you could? Is there no deeper
Commonality, a fundamental quality that joins us all?

Sometimes I wish for just an il or el, I wish I knew the sex,
Without a thought, of every lamppost, cup, or napkin that I see,
For every bat and ball.
To know the yin and yang, to see the tension, see it clearly, without thinking,
To see everything as one grand picture; then perhaps I'd know where I fit in
When I really feel I don't fit in at all.

La la le, la la, el il la
El il, el il, le la la la