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  
Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 7th May 2019
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