Longing for a time when…..

….I could breathe in the fragrance of a woman and be at the equator of the universe. I’d like to believe that I don’t need anyone. I don’t need affirmation of myself. I don’t need someone to confirm my worth and my light in this world. But I do miss the rawness of humanity and her candy. I lust for the crux of the back of a woman’s neck against my cheek and my chin. I crave the circle of her navel and the perpetuality of her legs. And mostly, I want the empathy and humility of her skin. There’s a softness there that is beyond the confines of depiction and explanation.

I feel very little that I know to be more truthful than this. And you know what? I’m glad. Because I should feel this way.