I wish I could write with my eyes closed, speak with my tongue tied.

I write poetry in my mind while I touch myself alone at night but never really, both hands busy.

I know some people think of the things that make them feel the most guilty…

I greet my questions as they come, “Hello darling. Yes, you deserve to be answered.”

And I wonder how it is that I should experience all the wonder of this one of life in just one.

If I can have everything I dream, truly, when to pick one passion over another would not truly be living at all.

I wonder if one life will ever be enough and in the moment that I whisper orgasm to the stars I choose to die and live a thousand more.