long times with nothing....

there's distance here.

The emptiness of the road

I feel like i've forgotten what an orgasm is like. I feel like there's something within me that's held itself together so tightly (the only part of me that's held itself together) and it can't let go yet. And mornings and nights and afternoons my hands stop when I can't bare the pleasure. And I make his mouth stop when I can't bare teh pleasure. I'm afraid I will unwind.

I cannot, in the words of other poets, "come to the come to the come to the waters."