anonymous encounters

i awoke from a dream in the dead of night. this on my mind.
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ge05

shared moments in darkness
suggested, stolen
but always squandered.
a refuge
in this detached loneliness,
you’re nothing of permanence
just fleeting
in the stupid immature hopes
something more might be
but in reality
nothing can be, nor will be
as all things end
just beyond that door.

4 thoughts on “anonymous encounters

  1. chunu

    Wow. You have just about migrated here from your other blog haven’t ya Steff 🙂 Oh, if I could be as good a writer…

  2. scribe called steff

    chunu, no, i haven’t migrated.

    i’m having an odd summer of discovery. redicovering who i once was, discovering who i want to be. and writing, for me, is a big thing. i’ve never had a lot of confidence about my writing and i’m working on it now…

    this is my taking some chances, this blog, and creatively, it’s a fucking goldmine. the things i’m thinking, doing, have me very excited right now, so yeah, i’m posting more here.

    but to suggest that sex could ever be all i write about would be ludicrous. it’s just right right now. tld’s going to be around a long while yet.

    as for the ungodly hour…

    i simply awoke with this idea in my mind and decided to write it out. i don’t think a writer should ever dismiss middle-of-the-night ideas.

    whether i shoulda published this after writing it in 15 minutes on four hours sleep and then rolling back over in bed, well, that’s another question.

  3. Grover

    I am getting from just about everybody that I talk to, that there really is no such thing as casual sex. Always, at least one party is pining that the other won’t leave. That the other will become The Other. I take this lesson to heart.

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