On the more explicit app, flexible couples seek
a playful & adventurous third ;)
In a long-enough lull, a slanted logic
starts to resurface:
Rapport is nearly chemistry!
Typecast is close to a type!
Fringe normativity isn’t always predictable!
So on, before I recall the elusive to-dos:
Hold fast to radiance.
Enough with the bit parts.
Get in way over your head.
Shrugs are hardly anyone’s erotics.
It’s just, the signal cuts out when I shift
from pleasure vessel to bait, flint,
curio, companion animal, other.
When an end to longing is sensed,
what becomes of want’s largesse?
As a kid, I bit the insides of my cheeks
until the cartilage toughened,
or got on a bike & came back bloodied,
asphalt-flecked. Having punctured
the membrane between self & out-there.
Having dinged up my subjectivity good.
I grew into alternate diversions. Went further afield.
Wore shock absorbers nearly to the bone. & sometimes,
I nearly made out the gossamer link
from heart to cunt to sanctum.
In the data dump of past encounters,
thousands come up with a commonality:
a body’s semaphore motioning toward obliteration,
or at least a well-appointed waiting room.