Away From Here
In the darkness waiting for sleep
The sound of snoring
A ticking clock.
My heart aches with helplessness
When will sleep come to carry me away from here?
ovulation time, when eggs swim everywhere blinding me with desperate need
a week of wandering through days in a half-drugged state of maddening arousal
men transform into perfectly cooked steaks – especially the seasoned ones who’ve weathered fatherhood
it’s a hungry time. ripe time. vulnerable time.
A good time to stay home but every cell strains to get out, get laid. right now.
soon this will pass, just like midsummer passes, and cool calm will come again
but for this week, the goddess dreams.