Practicing for the encore. I remember finding you streaming with creativity and pulsating with sexual experience. You were not lost, but I’d like to imagine saving you. Soulful and beautiful.
Alive and heading for a collision, we took every chance we could to collide, to feel the breath of age and grace soft and steady. It was crazy and undiluted, something passion bestows upon those who listen and volunteer for experimentation.
Chewing on used fragments of faith and creeping up on illusion, I’ve eluded attachment but still struggle with old moments. Old remnants of contentment in small moments. Repetition in the brain, rumination in the juices of sex. Not your sex. I will not have it. Not ever.
Not with what you have decided. Not with the elusive tactics you’ve employed on that one whom you have given promise.
Livin’ in the corners of my mind (1).
(1)Nikka Costa song reference
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