NO ROOM FOR AMPUTATIONS

Why is it that a juicy peach, a crisp cucumber and an overripe banana bear so much eroticism yet monogamy does not?

aching yearning questioning exploring

The rug has been ripped out

I am soaring untethered

Floating unmoored

In an ocean of possibility

cool crisp deep blue waters of polyamory

and non-monogamy

cold in spots

but warm in others

I am seeking out the warm spots

connection meaning honesty integrity

and avoiding the cold

jealousy fear envy possession

But I am hesitant to deny any aspect of myself these days

These days the container is big

It’s huge

So fucking HUGE

It has to be to hold all the juicy overripe overzealous curious disparate rebellious hungry hurt and wanting parts of myself

No room for amputations here.

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