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The Horizon of Desire.

My desires feed a deep place inside
Not dark, for this shall be revealed with those who choose to ask, those who choose the closeness

Hunger grows and searches for equally matched desire
There is no boundary between physical and mental intimacy
I simply crave the deepest sharing and connection
And the decision to partake is valid only for the space the energy occupies

While relationships constantly change, acknowledgement and respect remain the vanguard of this new reality

My responsibility is to be better than we’ve ever been before
To set an example of the best a human can be

Deciding on true equality, true out-in-the-open honesty and integrity
This is to what I give my consent.

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[ inspired by the words of Laurie Penny. ]

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Twenty One Years On.

My unhealthy, depressed, stressed life
Is largely a result of my relationship unhappiness
Many many years of being unsatisfied in the marriage
With someone who rarely understood me, my desires or needs
Who lacks the ability to converse
In ways that are meaningful to me
Who responds to me when I’m upset
But only when I’m upset
Who forgets what I say to her, time and again
Essential communications forgotten
Sharing passion forgotten
I remember 12 years ago,
already unhappy and trying to rediscover
passion, love, intimacy, sharing
I see no recovery
Without at least, a long term break
From this relationship that has been poisoning me
For which I have run out of passion
All I know now is anger, spite, unpleasantness
I need time to heal, to recover,
to rediscover who I am and my loves

(14 January 2015)

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Leftovers.

I am your leftovers
I am your end of the day
I am no priority the remainder of the time
Until sleep forces you close to me
Then I am your comfort
Or the plaything within your grasp

I can be flirty and energetic during the day
Makes no difference to your achievement focus
Blinkered to the opportunities along the journey
You show me token affection, leave me hollow,
Leave me in frustration, wanting
I am your insignificant significance

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I am your leftovers
I am your end of the day
I am no priority the remainder of the time
Until sleep forces you close to me
Then I am your comfort
Or the plaything within your grasp

I can be flirty and energetic during the day
Makes no difference to your achievement focus
Blinkered to the opportunities along the journey
You show me token affection, leave me hollow,
Leave me in frustration, wanting
I am your insignificant significance

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Multilingual.

I’ve been learning the language of how I feel
Becoming confident my descriptions are real
Expressed through my writing and poetry
Are clear understanding – this aspect of me

We could all learn more of the language of love
Most people know little, unaware the rest of
it has so many nuances, we all could be
Better communicators, with practice, naturally

I’m brushing up concepts in the language of sex
So many facets to intimacy, it’s rather complex
Yet knowing what words describe our desires
Builds partner comprehension for passionate fires

There is language specific to so many events
When we speak different dialects confusion presents
A problematic occasion for hurt and friction
So when you next talk be sure of your diction.

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