Photo by Jonathan Beckley
by Karin Webb
Have we forgotten this dance?
Years of understanding each other through online articles: stories about how fucked up this thing was, or how different that situation should’a been…
It’s hard not to wonder if when I see you whether or not I’ll stumble and fall, like those people the articles are about all did — and our friends agree how awful it was when stuff like that happened… What does that mean about possible future me?
Oxytocin can be harvested from the dilation of an eye’s pupil.
Can you dig that? By looking you squarely in the eye and smiling we can get high. I need you.
(But that’s inappropriate, and anyhow the back of my brain is addicted to another version of this game: how many people liked my last update?… I’ll just check it real quick now… now… now… … … … now.)
It’s easier than looking.
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The shape of your mouth when it moves as if no one is watching (and I suspect no one has watched in awhile), is startling. It is an ode to inner conversations, conflicts, and held back feelings which run deep…
Your eyes, filling with everything, and silence all around clicking away, fingertips on screens, downturned heads, this room is filled with so many conversations not said out loud.
There are people here who aren’t present and can’t see the room we are in, will never regard this masterpiece of a quietly working you.
Hands filled with foot.
Your arms are real, your shape has dimension, you are full of strength and soft.
Love offers you up in silence,
A quiet moment of connection to another body.
Love, your body.
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And I watch.
My pupils dilate.
Seeing and feeling you here,
Naked of screen,
Vulnerable dressed in flesh, meat and bones only,
No appendages, no other worldly conversations, no stimulation but “now” between your fingertips.
Your eyes, filling with everything, is a masterpiece I love more than anything.
I would sail the ocean and throw every electronic overboard to live here forever.
Watching you massage,
As you feel quietly,
In a room of people,
Where only I am watching.
Play On My Friends,
~ Karin
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