“Go deeper, Go deeper, Go deeper”
He told her.
He questioned her.
He begged her.
He pleaded her.
Not her. Him. Him Him. Always him. Deeper into her but never into him. What did he want from her? WHat was he excavating inside the mine field of her soul?
Entering through her womanhood and moving in.
Out…out. Out! She wanted out. She wanted him out. Out in the open. THat is where she wanted him. No longer insider her. In front. Standing. Staring. Revealing.
He was no longer allowed to hide in the Woman.
She forbid it. Gave him no respite. Gave him no solace. Gave him no home until he built her one first…
And let her go inside. Go deeper and deeper and DEEPER into he man.
All the longing in her soul craved entry within.
How does woman enter a man?
How does she penetrate and plant her seeds?
How does she build a life within his love?
Serious now. She meant it. Meant it down to the fibers holding her together suspended in time.
“Leave me. Leave me be. I want you to go. Go far away. I can no longer be your home. You must find your own. I cannot replace what’s been lost in your soul. You cannot infiltrate mine and play parasitic host to mine either. Be yourself for once, you slob. Be Man. Not A Man. Be Man. I need Man. All of Man. In one man.
Let me enter into that.”
She cried in her pillow.