Breathe.

Saturday night found me sitting in my hotel room (at a convention), drinking Coconut Rum and pineapple juice, and listening to an eclectic mix of party music. Resting my black and green leather flogger on my knees, I contemplated my next step. Finish the writing I had started earlier in the day? Wander into the hallway with the flogger and stir up trouble?

In a one-on-one situation, I have little trouble gaining ground with people. Group dynamics are trickier, particularly when I am in the role of the outsider. It can be a very thin line between ‘interesting fun guy’ and ‘creepy guy’.  The second label was one I didn’t want to even come close to inhabiting.

A disturbingly strong headache made the decision for me and I crashed early (only to be awoken briefly for a rather intriguing, and eye-opening phone call – a topic for another post). When I woke, I packed up my things and slipped out. I felt some regret in not having had the chance to speak to a couple of people I had intended to spend more time with, but I did manage to get some writing onto paper. Such as the poem below.

Four breaths
the distance between your
throat and breasts

Three to your stomache
two between your thighs
one to take you in

No breaths to find
the limit of you

5 Responses to “Breathe.”

  1. chelsea girl Says:

    And One Ring to rule them all?

    kissykiss to the interestingfuncreepy guy,
    chelsea girl

  2. D'jaevle Says:

    How about –
    One Look to rule them all.

    Appropriately arrogant, domineering, and potentially correct…

  3. lea Says:

    BREATHE.. lovely..
    sorry the headache stopped you ..
    now waiting to hear about that phone call!

  4. princesscunt Says:

    I am not sure what I am more interested in: he flogger, the phone call or the poem. Hmmmm…

  5. A'marie Says:

    Mmm, I love the poem.

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