ovulation time, when eggs swim everywhere, blinding me with desperate need
a week of wandering through my days in a half-drugged state of maddening arousal
men transform into perfectly cooked steaks – especially the seasoned ones who’ve weathered fatherhood
hungry time. ripe time. vulnerable time.
a good time to stay home but every cell in my body strains to get out, get laid.
soon this will pass, just like midsummer passes, and I will be in control again
but for this week, the goddess dreams.
One response to “ripe”
Hmmmm I’ve found the closer I come to letting it all go, the more intense it is.