The mornings can be difficult,
like this morning. Disorienting.
Nausea in my gut.
Sexual desires howling.
Scan thru my camera and find
the pictures I’ve taken of Submission,
a new tv show. Seems this is all that
absorbs me now.
Nothing low about this.
If you think so, that’s your problem.
The world in pain.
Massacre in Orlando.
I’m beyond shock by now.
And all I want this morning
is a woman’s touch.
To look into her eyes.
And truly by now it can be just
about any woman.
Some soul sitting across from me.
Someone who is as hurting and longing as