she said, you’ve had so many girlfriends
i feel like a number
only today a month later do i understand
my love is continuous
desire is a renewable resource
she opened the floodgates
sunk under the weight of her own terrors
the love poems i’ve been writing my entire adult life
were not actually to other women
the *idea* of a woman
my muse occasionally seems unattainable
but
i never give up
the touch smell taste and feel of her
the one her
only kissing one woman at a time
give it time
listen more
heed warnings
best to fear nothing to leap without reservations
pay attention
this is no rescue mission
more of a singular goal with no timeline or limit in place
except space
between you and me
losing momentum

5-28-26

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