WRITING PROMPT: Write about something you want so badly. What is it? How does it feel?
Good emotionally connected sex with a person I feel completely safe with, at home in, and who’s skin electrifies mine.
And not just the sex, but the short-hand familiarity that comes from years in each others mind caverns and soft arms.
It goes by many names, but I’ll call it intimacy.
How does it feel? Alluring and terrifying.
Seductive and destructive
and realizing I don’t know how to cultivate it has been instructive.
It feels exciting but out of reach, like when you see a movie filmed in your hometown but what you really want to be is a movie star. It kinda scratches the itch, but like poison sumac the scratching calls fourth more itching
Until I’m nursing my blue balls and won’t stop bitching
About a connection that could be so enriching
If the thought of it didn’t leave me stitching
The seams on a broken heart
That’s all but fallen apart, but not from being run into the ground, but being neglected, like a childhood toy that rots under the porch while nobody on earth even cares or remembers its there.
I hide behind the excuse of neglect
Because I don’t have the courage to correct
A trauma that keeps me from being able to select
A mate who matches my resonance
So I wither away in hesitance
As misogynists become presidents
Or should be in an assisted living residence
But I digress
I went off topic
Because the subject of my love life is so myopic
Couldn’t we just margarita, or something else tropic?
I had my heart of my sleeve,
but’s its time to retire
So I take now my leave,
unless you’ve found me a buyer?
