The exquisite pain, the intricacies, the complications and complexities of love and sex
Once there was a place a goddess made
from scratch, for you,
lined with tenderness and lust,
lapses and silences come and gone.
You came with restlessness,
with words with hands and restlessness.
And you went with fear and coldness,
restlessness in the eyes.
'Nature abhors a vacuum,'
The goddess says 'Fill yours with want and trouble.'
The space did not expand. Got used up
by restlessness, I guess.
Like black holes, dense with expectation
it grew smaller instead.
You liked that place before it got crowded
and soiled by the tigers and worms of my dreams.
Curious, how I stayed there,
a tiny voiceless hunter, mouthing
'Who screwed the lid so tight, who will let me loose?'
Don't answer that, I wasn't asking.
Now it is the time I, the goddess, let the tiger out,
and let the worms work it out.