tantric
I'm in a dry spell, having split with my significant other about 2 months ago. But it's not just about missing the sex. i've realized just how much i miss touch.
But there's a flipside. Now that i don't have everyday affection and touch, i yearn for it more, and appreciate even the slightest little moments of contact. Maybe it's like when someone loses their sight, and then their other senses become more attuned. Now i really feel that soft pat on the back that a co-worker gifted to me saying good morning (just before a sexual harassment training nonetheless). I feel when someone's leg gently rubs up against mine. I treasure those moments when someone hands me something and my hand gets to feel the warmth of theirs for a moment.
It's a little scary, and not something i would expect. Reminds me a bit of junior high life. Back when you the anticipation of those little things made life bearable. whatever gets us through the night, i guess.
and then there's the dance, when someone else feels that tension and we stand close but not too close. just there on the edge. i wonder if my estranged love feels it as well: if she's teasing, or oblivious, or just enjoying.
But there's a flipside. Now that i don't have everyday affection and touch, i yearn for it more, and appreciate even the slightest little moments of contact. Maybe it's like when someone loses their sight, and then their other senses become more attuned. Now i really feel that soft pat on the back that a co-worker gifted to me saying good morning (just before a sexual harassment training nonetheless). I feel when someone's leg gently rubs up against mine. I treasure those moments when someone hands me something and my hand gets to feel the warmth of theirs for a moment.
It's a little scary, and not something i would expect. Reminds me a bit of junior high life. Back when you the anticipation of those little things made life bearable. whatever gets us through the night, i guess.
and then there's the dance, when someone else feels that tension and we stand close but not too close. just there on the edge. i wonder if my estranged love feels it as well: if she's teasing, or oblivious, or just enjoying.
posted by joe @ 10:32 PM
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