Sunday, April 19, 2009
Going away together where it is just you two. A pair. A couple. Without the interruption of email, work, the demands of friends who want more from you than you have energy to give. This total uninterrupted weekend of sex. A weekend spent with abandoned clothing curled coyly by the door. Your skin being touched. Perpetually aroused. A consumation of something that might or might not have become permanent. I know about time away. I have been there and it is impossible to return to the same kind of normalcy when it is done. It is because of the bubble of honesty. The uninterrupted feast of sex. You return hand in hand with the lie that we are no longer completely alone. You return with the scent of each others bodies on you. You return but you do not return. You are gone.