The liquid dripped, it dripped in an instant
falling from the inside of my crevice
to the leg which sustains me.
It’s almost funny to think
that every experience
that is had
is only perceived to be real
by the sensory organs in the body
and so eventually it all fades.
I keep wondering often
about the illusion of feelings
and whether I will ever
fall so deeply that I won’t rise alone.
Instead leaping up to move
from point a to point d
the point of not being a singular
but of trusting enough to be a second
and yet a first.
humanity has redirected the desire
for stimulation and pleasure
and instead made themselves vaguely aware
of the death instinct,
living moments as though the immediate does not matter.
I looked at the dripping liquid,
it dried on my leg instantaneously
That’s the magic of the male orgasm,
it flows out, hits something and then is over
in many ways the same way as being with someone who
can’t be forever.
They appear, hit you, make you feel
and then leave as though
you could simply wipe off feelings.