social creatures (expectations)

there are parts of me that are soft,
and parts of me that are hard,
and parts of me that are sometimes soft
and sometimes very hard.

there are parts of me that are mean,
and parts of me that are kind,
and parts of me that are sometimes mean
and sometimes very kind.
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we are social creatures,
gathering in caves and rooms
to console each other:
in our pain or pleasure
or fear or joy
or love
or accomplishments.
funerals and newborns,
communions and nuptials.

smaller intimate connections
of synapses and sinews,
embracing each other
in passion or compassion,
in shelters,
in the streets,
surrounded by nature
or the crowds of civilization.

we connect in primal rage,
in savage passion,
in supple lust...
and we begin to see each other differently;
suddenly the enemy,
the lover,
the dear friend,
the child,
the master,
the slave...
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i want to drive to the ocean
and sit at the beach,
watching the waves crash
into the sand
and get intoxicated watching the world twist
and float
and spin into swirls and sensual rhythms
lulling my sensitivities into soothing sleep
filling my ears with the sounds of my own heart beat.
I want to be free to see the edges,
where subconscious meets the horizon,
fracturing into sunsets
between the expectations
of a ball of pure burning energy
and mists of molecule vapor.