Dear Carla, by Rose
titillating to the connoisseur,
provocative to the uneducated
and insightful to the philosopher.
Since my affinities are strongest to the latter, I shall begin there.
Illusory life is fraught with encounters between opposites
and the notion of living in a universe of duality is familiar.
Would there be hot without cold, up without down
or ‘fuck you!’ without ‘fuck me...’ ?
Two sides to the same coinage,
the price we pay for a ticket
to the ultimate ride on the third planet.
Be human. Do human things. Have human experiences.
From the most coarse to the most refined. And who is to judge.
Aren’t we all simply one elaborate hollow,
a tube from mouth to anus, a consideration of alpha to omega?
Kiss my lips, kiss my ass, different connotation.
Enter through the vaginal tunnel, then exit through the tunnel of light.
Peristalsis from birth to death. Spasmodic living.
You captured moments of the journey beautifully, in your courageous writing, Bravo!