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A Little Death

Updated: Jan 24

I remember when she told me that sex is a little death

That it is an exchange of energies

She said that we give a piece of ourselves to our partners when we fuck each other

And as I sit down

With another glass of wine

I wonder how many small pieces

Of someone's soul

I’ve collected from them

Without really giving

Any of mine?

I wonder if they all could take it back

How many of them

would . . . ?


What feels right in the moment

Ends up being

A little death.

CH 1/19/24

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