Want for Nothing
I’m not lovestruck, lovelorn, lovesick. Two girls in my bed and love piled in the corner. Lying on either side of me, pink flesh and honey-coloured bottoms whispering obscenities through my mind. Uncovered, we explore ourselves and each other in turn surveying the vast, internal landscapes. Their cold, white feet kiss my insides as we stroll in the meadow and drink from the stream. We pet unicorns and pluck barely blooming morning glory from its rightful nestling among the leaves. We bathe in a warm, naked light, briefly pausing to admire the stillness. A tranquil white glow emanates from our pores. Touching the empty spaces between our bodies we sigh and laugh in unison. I’m not in love with love or this idea or this thought. On a sleepless night a rare and fleeting occurrence: I want nothing more than what I’ve been given.
26 July 2007 at 12:52 am
Sounds like a pretty decent weekend to me…
26 July 2007 at 12:58 am
OE: so good to have you back.
26 July 2007 at 5:30 am
Love is best kept in the corner - the opposite corner from hate - whilst they glower at each other.
I do wish that lying awake and wanting nothing more than what I have, what I’ve been given, was possible more often. Sadly, all too often I want everything that I don’t have and that I know, in my heart of hearts, would be entirely wrong for me too.
26 July 2007 at 10:23 am
AUW: This was written during one of those rare, manic up swings. I may have exaggerated just a bit. For effect, naturally.
26 July 2007 at 12:38 pm
If only we could bottle that feeling. Make a contentment concoction for times when longing and wishing and wanting becomes overwhelming. And then in those sleepless fitfull nights instead of being kept awake by thoughts of all that could have been or all that never will be, we could enjoy the silky shadows that dance around the bedroom in the depths of night.
26 July 2007 at 1:57 pm
Welcome, Camille.
Sadly, if such a thing were possible, I’d quickly deplete the reserves and be left in far worse shape than when I began.