🍊My Meataphors 🍊 Part II

Lust full display gives way to love, filleted

Okay before we get into the thick of this flank… A little backstory:

It was one of those rare, blissfully warm March days, and I was walking about blissed-out in a medium-rare early-love daze.

Those early lines from My Meataphors Part I (read here) came to me, and they tasted so good, I just had to keep chomping away. Most of it came in quick, came in hot, and came again and again until it was “basically done.”

“Basically done” is the point where I’ve brained a poem as far as it can go. It’s the step before I release control, let the words sit in my body, move past my tongue, and become its purest form, fully evolved and dutifully embodied.

The next week, the lover who is acting as my Muse (thank you, God) and I—to put it frankly— consummated things. It felt so good and so right and yet—

The next morning, my soul sat in a somberness I hadn’t expected. It was again blissfully warm, which was good because I needed hours of fresh oxygen in order to air out whatever doubts were building up in my psyche.

Then he sent me a text.

And it stung.

But I don’t know him like that to get mad at him. He’s just a beautiful man who’s following his heart and body. I understand. I am doing the same. So I don’t expect nor need him to regulate the heaviness I was feeling. Nah, I got my poetry.

So I wrote this ending below (from “You told your boys you had sex” until the end) quickly, shared it with one friend, got validated in my feelings, and then felt good again.

Finally, the next day, I was walking to a performance (scroll down for video) trying to decide if I perform the Unraveling segment or the Steak segment. And I had an idea to sausage-link them.

Voila! This is the product. I had to fashion a few lines to bridge the two pieces. I love it so much. It’s a total blast to perform. My fave combo of manic, meat and mystic… which leads well into My Meataphors Part II: