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 . . . ?
Sometimes
What feels right in the moment
Ends up being
A little death.
CH 1/19/24
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