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Safe Enough

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By Paul StewartPublished 8 months ago 2 min read
Safe Enough
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Erasure of emotion

As safety as leisure

Gaslighting assumption

Erasure is necessary

Emotion is treachery

Lies we tell ourselves

For peace and quiet

From responsibility

Wrapped up in plastic,

Wrought by guilt — shame

Packaged up in woe

The gasps, the sighs, the heightened hitched breaths

The moment it grips the passion, it rises

But then the moment is lost, the moment is fine

The frustration, the sadness she cannot hold back or hide

-

We've been here before

-

The gasps and gaps of silence, the flirtatious liminal space they provide

The grip, the body, the twine, the woven of flesh — the moment is

-

We've

We've been here before

-

The frustration peaks as the momentum peaks, then drops

-

We've been here before

not a con

-

Hippy bullshit

Hug a tree kiss

—My knee

Fuck a bee

Compulsory

Take our clothes off

—We don't have to

For Mother Nature

To know we care

-

Bondage and trees

In the name of

Peaceful protest

Return to nature

-

Bark scratched

Buttocks and bits

Tits and lips

-

Love love love

—It's easy

Love love love

Never—enough

-

Remember

Consensual

Is sensual

-

Not a con

Collaborative

Something

—Unique

-

Like tassels sway

As tresses sashay

And hips roll

-

But—

never away

-

And hormones betray

As down you lay

Paying flirt's toll

-

But—

never dismay

Protozoa parasitic

A cast of 10,000

But still a minority

-

As the free-living

Ride high, controlling

Bacterial cycling

Nutrients

-

Smallest and deadliest

Tiniest and

Within the safe space I find myself.

I don't know it's a safe space, but it doesn't feel threatening.

It feels safe. There is warmth, and I am soothed.

-

I have no concept of time, so have no idea how long I've been here.

Not that it matters.

-

As the lights darken, it feels like night encroaches on the day.

A warm, soft but wet and heavy “limb” slides across the top of my head.

-

It feels safe because it doesn't feel threatening.

Not as I remember it from the past — the very distant past.

-

I'm in

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Paul Stewart

Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.

The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection out now!

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    Written by Paul Stewart