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.