Pandora's Box

Today marks 6 months without sex. No, that does not add up to the same amount of time that I have been single. C and I stopped having sex months before the breakup manifested overtly.

I have been dating someone for over three weeks now. And yes, my six months of abstinence have remained intact despite this as well - not out of lack of feeling intensely attracted to and smitten with this person. And despite that one angst-ridden post that has since been deleted (LOL), I genuinely like this person quite a bit. He is thoughtful, smart, charming, fun, creative, honest, brave... and it doesn't hurt that he is cute and sexy, too.

As I mentioned in my last post, JennyNYC and I are working on a poetry project together. How it works is that we send one poem to each other every day. Keep in mind, I haven't written poetry in any kind of serious way since I was about 13. *smile* But after my last date, I wrote the following poem. In honor of my abstinence anniversary, I thought I would share it.


What Abstinence Tastes Like

[2am New York Time
This poem is slipped under the clock's door
of changed zones.]

The heat tonight was sweltering
between my legs
between his legs
his legs between my legs

his jeans against my corduroy
my hair caught in his five o'clock shadow
his tongue in my mouth
my tongue in his ear

me on top
then he on top
then me on top some more

[the clock ticks closer to Sunday.
my six month anniversary of abstinence.
That date may yet be honored.
As we still haven't had sex.]


These poems, as they are also daily correspondence with my dear friend Jenny, sometimes sound a bit "newsier" than poetry I am used to. Yet at the same time, the element of poetry reveals much more than I would have shared in a standard email. It's a fun format - hybrid email-poetry.