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| They laid in their Own enclave Surrounded by a Barrier of flesh Composed of their Fetal position They had laid like This for hundreds Of nights before Maybe thousands They sheltered Themselves from Care and concern From connecting From bonding Sensually aloof Sensually alone Separated by mere Inches from their Best Friend There was a slight Tremor at the touch Sufficient to confirm Non death� or was The tremor actually Confirming the Death before death Of their Aliveness Their passion Our relationship |
| How Had this happened From Resentment (Of what magnitude) Was it from Anger (At whom � me or them) From Revulsion (At my outsides) From old Habits (Left unchallenged) When Had this happened When was the Rubicon Crossed to non-passion Was there an event A date And once crossed Can it be re-crossed Or does the traffic of Desire only run one way Why Did this happen Does a capture of an Other induce sloth among The once Independents Could something as Simple as familiarity Be a culprit Could our styles of Lust be so different... But wouldn't we have Known this before Or is silence and Omission the way of Duel predators |
| And perhaps more Importantly then the How or When or Why Is What�s to Happen This is my Best Friend Laying in the enclave Still is my Best Friend Albeit desire-less Yes we have ties Other than sensuality Other cherished Possessions like Children Houses Things Vacations Other habits But life is too short To live devoid of Passion and desire Why would one want To do that� Why do people do that For hundreds and Thousands of nights Perhaps each has their Own answer� or Perhaps these are the Wrong questions� |
| Enclaves Of a Sensuality Sort |
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| If this is the way of Many long term Pairs... Must the journey End in tears... Or the death Before death And the silences Surely there must Be alternatives If we only knew how To see... |
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