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The Absence Of.....
somewhere between
the poetic and the pornographic
we search as sexual beings
for real connectivity to
help satisfy and justify the human condition
something meaningful
within the dialogue of the species
something tangible...tethered to a deeper sentiment
if not a true love
then a sense of kindredness
something filled with warmth and familiarity
existing beyond bedroom politics
from pillow talk to table talk
from performing salacious acts in the dark
to slow walks in the park
so needy are we in unspoken ways
we constantly betray ourselves
claiming independence
as the greatest lie ever told..sold wholesale
in twenty minutes or less
back seated after club hours
or in nights of ecstasy laced with ecstasy
or whatever party favors
that suits the flavor of the evening
doing too much
yet it never seems to be enough
cuz we're just chasing nuts and nothin else
indulging exotic fetishes
experimenting with experiences
never-minding the who
it's about ability and availability
objectifying body parts
while forever remaining famished
we empty ourselves in more ways than one
in this fingertip society
where desires are just an app away delivered Uber style
in a hop on hop off hook up culture
we end up as recycled tourists
in the pleasure museum
while the purist inside us languishes
in a sad state of anonymity
yearning for room to breathe
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