Today I am grateful for:
Posted in Gratitude, Prose
Tagged balloon, balloon dick, balloon vulva, being myself, breakfast, burning man, dating, drinking, drunk, flirting, friends, morning, rampage, santa, Santa Rampage, sex
This might come off as sad, but last night I had a dream that included the OKCupid app notification that a match was near me. Chalk it up to the infiltration of technology on the brain, I suppose. This morning, under the impression that I’d be in a position on my feet all day at work, I set out to write a super-short entry for the 31 Plays in 31 Days Challenge: Day 9, about digital dating in Hell.
The result? OKSatan, where douchey Eddie finds himself before Satan himself and is too jaded by the world he came from to even tremble properly.
Posted in #31plays31days, Fiction, Plays, Prose, Theology
Tagged cellphones, dating, douchebag, hell, okcupid, Satan, sex, technology, torture
Time twists in on itself,
forming a tesseract,
a Moebius strip of waiting to and making love with you.
Fingers claw at clothing,
praying for purchase of skin on skin,
subtle strokes of a collarbone,
of a shoulderblade,
of lips kissing infinitely,
our passion a desperate prayer on our tangled tongues,
calling God and each other and finding divinity in the sparks of
love that live in our eyes when we look at each other.
Your head against my shoulder,
as the film plays and you slip briefly, blissfully, into the Land of Nod:
I am sitting here/I am waiting for you there/
I am stroking your hair and your face gently/We are flying over all obstacles and avarices/
I am not imagining perfection to your breasts but drinking in how lovely you look when you’re sleeping/we are dream-logic lovers, married, parents, old and gray sweethearts still holding hands in a park/
I am basking in the glory of your love for me/I am basking in the glory of your love for me.
Posted in Love, Poetry, Slam
Tagged dating, dreams, kissing, Love, love-making, Moebius strip, physics, poetry, time