Orgasms and Stars

every now and then one escapes the war and finds release in Switzerland

Existing
in a vapid
triangle of tension
so thick
we cut it up into slices
and gobbble it on the run.
no one cooks,
no time for preparation and feast...
 this unpalatable offering
of our perpetual sorrow
is always readily available.
we even force feed it to our child.
So now he looks at me across
the restaurant table
over a brimming bowl of onion soup
with its floating bread and cheese,
and comments on how mellow I am:
how utterly relaxed I seem..............
and my body floats
like the bread in the bowl before me,
and i slip again between the sheets,
into the memory of surrender to
my afternoon of
song and
touch,
lips and hands,
orgasms and stars...
The hours of release
where I escaped the war, letting
myself play  awhile in  a neutral Switzerland.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

you were romantic and luxurious in the surrender...i was always such a fire of hollow conquest, i deserved all the scars

[mysticgmekeepr]

guess it was a good surrender. I married the guy and we've been together 14 years now....and the other one, commenting on my mellowness, we all became pretty good friends. We had a kid together and now 2 grandkids we all share. There were wounds and scars but they heal and time has a way of bringing things into clarity. Love is not small, its able to encompass a lot.