©2012 by The Dirty Gentleman (#599)

I don’t know how to describe the feeling of complete adoration—knee bending, mouth opening devotion—without it sounding like I’m giving something away.

Worship has its own meaning that’s been confused enough without my input. Prayer has a whole discourse that doesn’t need me. Sacrifice demands a religiosity that isn’t in my nature, and an offering doesn’t come close to describing how I feel.

So let’s pretend I love her as a person who requires me to remain whole. Let’s say that we engulf each other while remaining apart, and let’s suggest that even when we fuck ourselves into unconsciousness we demand an awakening that doesn’t want explanation.

Let’s say we love and leave it at that.

©2012 by The Dirty Gentleman (#599)

I don’t know how to describe the feeling of complete adoration—knee bending, mouth opening devotion—without it sounding like I’m giving something away.

Worship has its own meaning that’s been confused enough without my input. Prayer has a whole discourse that doesn’t need me. Sacrifice demands a religiosity that isn’t in my nature, and an offering doesn’t come close to describing how I feel.

So let’s pretend I love her as a person who requires me to remain whole. Let’s say that we engulf each other while remaining apart, and let’s suggest that even when we fuck ourselves into unconsciousness we demand an awakening that doesn’t want explanation.

Let’s say we love and leave it at that.