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Click hereI cannot believe I came 23 times in one day. I will never have prostate cancer.
—Quote from "Why We Cheat," by Lisa Taddeo, Esquire (April 2012)
It's not like I live only for the transient ecstasy
of my limbic system overloading
like a transformer blown
when an unlucky squirrel crawls inside.
Nor is it simply evolutionary drift,
some primal need to reproduce, that washes
me up upon your wide, safe shore. It's not,
ultimately, sex at all that binds me to you
like a fly caught in fresh shellac,
though, of course, it is. It just is no longer
a blowjob, your breasts swinging, your ass
upended like an animal's. It is still all that
but it is also how you nest your head
on my shoulder before we rise from bed, how
we fold each other's clothes, how I know
you will care for me when I am old, or I you.
There is an age we pass, or most pass,
where biology finally wanes
as the main theology of your life.
It's not that you don't still believe
in the Miracle of Sin, just that you find
you'd rather linger on the couch in socks
because your feet are cold and later,
perhaps in the parental dark,
remind each other why
you both still live in the same house.
it feels so unadorned that all is left to convey is a foundational and beautiful truth. Well writ, Tzara!
to hear this today. It touched me deeply, Thank you for sharing.