The Mating Game


Predators of flesh
Groping for one another
Blind children, and lost

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on June 3, 2015, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. platosgroove

    Most cogent and on point!

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  2. Is it the flesh we seek or the warmth we need near it? Does touching flesh make us come alive or satiate I need for contact, no matter whose body is the offering? Is this courtship, or a need for companionship, part of what we need to make this existence bring sense and meaning to our world as we live in it? Questions of uncertainty to add to why are we here and does it matter if we know the answers? For me, it is important. It is important to make contact, if only with the inside of my mind. Maybe it will be able to make some sense of it all.

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    • People seek mating for many different reasons, sometimes several at the same time and often without a clear notion of what or why.

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      • It may just be for the time it is meant to be. Not forever. I have had those. They give something to your life. Good stories sometimes that develop into novels. And there are the forever people. They do exist. Rare, maybe? But real. A relationship that works b/c we work to make it keep going and [corny] growing. Really? Yes, forever is possible. It comes in all shades of mellow and loud. 😉

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      • “It ain’t over till the fat lady sings.” 😉


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