Parting the curtain, peering into this strange house of ourselves: happiness and sorrow, heaven and hell.
I forget why I’m here; she is my distraction, my reminder.
Making love, thoughts transparent, the night unwinding our nakedness like a dark spool.
Sex as movie: her smile, the moonlight, the shape of her, the drift of her hair. . . . Don’t make sex an act!
How to be together without usurping the space between us. Learning to love the separateness too.
Holly Near: “Oh, the years of pretending to please and impress / Left such a scar of loneliness, too mighty to confess.”
