Thursday, May 26, 2016

Gray Orgasm

Sweaty,
chest still heaving for air,
our blood-rushed skin
warm and damp,
the natural, eternal
narcotic coursing through
our bodies,
her gentle snore
confirming
what I usually only sense,

a thought niggles
just as I drift into
blissful unconsciousness,
too late to shoo away:

what if that was
the last time?

[Composed for Fireblossom's Fridays at the Real Toads' Lilypad .]

9 comments:

  1. Knowing there's a good chance you've come to the end of the wild nights certainly robs some of the pleasure of those moments. I wonder if ignorance might really be bliss in those situations.

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  2. Oh Mosky, you aced the intent of my challenge. What if we knew the last time was the last time? What then?!?

    la la

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  3. What if indeed! Do we really ever know?

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  4. Oh that ending is a shock - and so real. What if?

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  5. Of course that's always a possibility. Does thinking about it become too distracting to be really present, or does it help you to savor life?

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  6. I wish I could have gotten to the heart of the challenge as surely as you did here--and indeed, any time really could be the last time--we need to remember that.

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  7. I just have to say you nailed it... and how much the prompt of Goodbyes we had the other day could have worked as well...

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  8. What a buzz kill :-) But it does make me think--there is a last time for everything and better to have loved and all...

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  9. What a way to end the niggles, love it. But wait, come to think of it, ...
    ..

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