The Flesh Web

rag_doll_384It’s just sex, I tell myself.

Again.

Just nature doing what it must, working its fossil finger between the tight layers of accreted me and crooking a digit at him. The Helen Keller of my desire is oblivious to the futility of the coupling; she’d breed me until my womb prolapsed. She wants and wants, careless of the impossibility of the task.

So, why the excess? Why the twinge of the heart? Why the sense of brimming? Why does the back of his neck make me cry? Why do I feel a foot taller and so much more worthy of walking this earth when I curl my hand around his cock and feel it already hard, already the underskin of veins ripple across my fingertips.

Here, beneath this teetering pile of meaning, of all the things he is to me, I cower and bristle and strut, part bitch in heat and part ministering angel. Horrified at my bludgeoning appetite and hypnotized by the grave absurdities with which I have somehow, without even knowing, adorned it.

I don’t know how not to want him, and so I fabricate the reasons I should, weave a cloak of it, and call it love.

  7 comments for “The Flesh Web

  1. TFP
    January 13, 2015 at 8:01 pm

    Bludgeoning appetite…*smiles*

  2. Jude
    February 2, 2015 at 12:15 am

    and again RG you hit the spot…”I don’t know how not to want him, and so I fabricate the reasons I should, weave a cloak of it and call it love”….

  3. m
    March 20, 2015 at 10:58 am

    short but powerful – loved it!

  4. six
    April 9, 2015 at 3:57 pm

    Genes rule! Wonderful little story. More please!

  5. Stephanie
    April 10, 2015 at 8:41 am

    Desire or love? It’s hard to know the difference sometimes.
    Brilliant, RG.

  6. Genevieve
    September 10, 2015 at 10:05 pm

    “I don’t know how not to want him, and so I fabricate the reasons I should, weave a cloak of it, and call it love.” Not the first time you have moved me to tears. Thank you for sharing your gift.

  7. Jane Anne
    January 10, 2016 at 9:13 pm

    Sighing over recognition, the ripeness of insight, the eternal humor, the magnetic pull that center. And smiling too.

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