Wanderlust

The time has come.

Its past midnight and the road is calling me once more.

The cool air that was once abhorred yet now adored.

Hypnotically I walk past the broken promises and false confidence,

Stepping, hopefully, into the brutal, beautiful, and truthful path of life.

-N

Insidiously

I’m angry that my panties get wet when I hear the low timbre of your voice.

My heart races when I hear you breathing on the phone,

The deep chuckle,

The sigh followed by the dial tone.

I cannot deny,

The feeling of satisfaction I feel,

Whenever I leave that house in Noe Valley depleted and bone dry.

-N