Dark nights humming with insects
Mud squelching between clenched toes
The sheer inky vastness of the night sky
Seared into my mind’s eye
With post orgasmic clarity
The red earth
And the rocks
Hot against my thighs
Heavy with the night’s philosophy
Slick with the lubricants of thought
Pregnant with the potential of tomorrow
Words and thoughts drenched in passion
This is all mine
Bewildered by potential
Unable to hold in me
Your depth and breadth
I sold you in
Pillows over rocks
Electricity over lightning
TV shows over genuine connection
I shrouded myself in fear
Gave it a name
And a kind of power
And retreated into the little hole of my head
Can I be part of you again?
Can I lose myself
In my own utter insignificance
Can I be playful
And learn again,
How to hold thoughts,
Ephemeral, as water slipping through fingers
And how to share thoughts
To fearlessly expose my ignorance
And through this begin to chip away at it?
Can I, again, claim this space?
Mal and Morena Mushroom have perfected the art of flirting. Morena is pansexual and Mal (Malini/Mallard) is gender-queer. They have been in a long-term relationship for several years and still continue to enjoy their emotionally and sexually charged flirting.
Together they hold workshops for young mushrooms seeking to flirt with finesse. Morena uses her frill and supple stalk to advantage and Mal offsets hir stolidity to Morena’s more flexible charms.