Alone, not lonely

Alone, but not lonely

I enjoy my own company

The solitude

Time to think

To imagine

To create

This bubble of time spent

In self-isolation

Insulation

I am unfettered

Free

 

But there are times

Moments like lightning making night into day

For the briefest of seconds

When I try to remember

The taste of lips

The warm press of another against me

Arms wrapped

Lying in the glistening dark

Out of breath and filled with passion

What was that like?

That half remembered closeness

Breaths mixed

Sharing something

A feeling

A sensation

Beyond the physical

Mirrored in another’s eyes

 

Feline thoughts

Slinking through my mind

Puzzles and riddles

I don’t want to complete

A stubborn weakness to need nothing

No one

But cold and barren time

Stretches ever farther

A rubberband

Waiting to see how far it can go

Before it snaps

How long it takes

Before I no longer wish

To be alone anymore

 

Alone, but not lonely

Except in those fleeting moments

When I wonder

Am I missing something?

Angels and Clowns

The female form

Is artistic perfection

It is beauty defined

Yes,

Even you who say

“Ha! Not me!”

The female form

Is angelic

Pure

Sculpted by nature

To be an alluring work of art

 

The male form

Is laughable

Clownish

Seemingly unfinished

Wet clay left unmolded

On the throwing wheel

The male form

Is not made for beauty

But for function

Tools where they can be easily accessed

Where the feminine form says

“Here is the harmony of nature”

The masculine form says

“Have gun, will travel”

 

Perhaps that is why sex

Can illicit both sighs of passion

And childish giggles

 

**Of course I realize, this is just my particular point of view, LOL 😉  **

Saturday Night Downtown

Street lights gleam

Reflecting

Off the onyx surface of the night

Their electric hum, a backdrop

For the low drone buzz

Of a Saturday night

Downtown

 

I hear activity on the streets

Voices and cars

The clubs and bars

Slowly filling

Music pounding

Where all are searching

For something

Good times

Camaraderie

Escape

Sex

Love

Or some combination

In the dimly lit haze

Of cigarette smoke and perfume

And the drying dregs evaporating

From bottles and glasses

 

Seekers all

Just as I

I’ve found those things before

And I’m sure I will again

But not this night

This night, I will write

Ink and paper escapism

Wish the other seekers good luck

There’s a single Guinness in the fridge

And enough 12 year old single malt for a small glass

And words enough

To keep me up

‘Til last call

Dance

I want to listen to music I’ve never heard before

I want to see you

Naked and glowing

In all your glory

You- a woman

I- a man

We will dance into eternity

On beams of light that shine

Just because we touch

I want to be lost inside you

No way out

No escape

Everywhere I turn

Is you

You

The only air I need to breathe

You