| What a Difference A Difference Makes |
| Had they met on the street They wouldn't have even Seen one another� Only a blank space Sharing a sidewalk� Two Non-persons one To another... One a biker in black The other a professional In uniform� two worlds On the same planet� Never destined to meet But they met in a room Charged with sensuality Uninhibitedness� Both soft spoken� polite Men and women were Talking� some laughing Some naked� some Touching Body-parts� Pops of cans amidst Moans of pleasure It was an environment Of possibilities� Potentials for experiments With habits� with change To step� or be nudged Beyond the fixed outside To step into inside visions Previously buried under The cloak of unthinkable� The unimaginable because We would not imagine I could see my Other Covered in hands� lips Caresses from many... Eyes hooded� breath Quickened from the Dance of the eons Alive� Freed from the grips of The staid� an individual Among individuals A mind� a heart Sharing the joy of One short evening In a very brief life We had discussed This evening before The Other and I The play in general Never imagining the Cast of characters� I had felt the fear Of different-ness My culture screaming Against change� Against loosening the Bonds of Ownership |
| What if my Other met One just like me� Felt passion� desire Lust for someone other Than me� an Another� Would their gain be my Loss� or my gain as well As I watched the biker And the professional� The two most un-likes Except in one� Their humanness I watched their joy in Connecting� The faces of desire I was also covered in Hands� lips� caresses From many As my own breath Quickened from the Dance of the eons� I realized how silly the Fears had been throughout The years� and our lives I wanted my Other to be Free to choose� � Free to experience Free to enjoy their joy Not just our joy� I wanted the shackles Of custom which bound Our pairing shattered And each of the persons The biker - the professional Became individuals� Their goal of the moment To Connect inside with Another� beyond the shell To taste and touch each Other's Body-parts� To love with zest again Each was striving to be the Provider of pleasure� of Closeness� waiting to be The Receiver� probably Not noticing the difference We left tonight with new Knowledge of life� of living Of our previous training Of ourselves� Of each Other� A pleasant experience To be repeated again |
| ` We've all learned our places in life They've been taught to us forever We know our environment It's expectations� The outside ones for the world The deeper inside customs� But what happens if the Setting is Changed� can the Person change? |
Prolog How do some individuals break the bonds of tradition� how are they able to reach out� to attempt new experiences� withholding their judgement until after they knew� until they have a frame of reference to factually evaluate their feelings. Did they do the same in childhood? And of those who 'know the answers before they know '� was this also a childhood trait? Where do the fears come from. Who makes them? Are the fears passed to their children� thus insuring a new generation of the fearful And all of the turmoil� trashing lives and futures and children over some few small Body-parts. What silliness. Or at least it seems silly to some� |
| Later that Evening We slept that night Arm and arm as we had For so many days before But this night we knew We were together because We wanted to be� not Because we had to be� It was a very secure feeling The exact opposite of my Previous fears� It was a sound sleep There was calm from new Wisdom� the morning's Awakening more exciting Than the evening's memories How was ignorance granted So many years� or did we Just tender the years to habit Unquestioned� Simply unchallenged |
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| . Excerpted with permisson from: The Little Red Book of Drivel Soul Rot and Other Forms of Insane Relationships In the 3rd Millennium � 2000 Relationships Press All rights reserved . |