She chose celibacy.
He had it thrust upon him.
He didn’t want it.
She did.
She saw that sex wasn’t critical.
He didn’t.
He couldn’t live without it.
She could.
Same bed.
Same ceiling.
Different silences.
She called it peace.
He called it absence.
She stopped reaching.
He kept reaching,
into the dark,
into the space between them.
Neither was wrong.
Both were alone.
Both were lonely.
Waiting for the others words
The others touch.
The others honesty.
The others kindness.
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For men, sex is intimacy until it isn't.
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Powerfully penned, Peter. Another excellent write that’s full of lonely layers my friend. Amazing storytelling as always. Great read. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks Damien….it’s tough being a human sometimes…..right.