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Fuck Like We Did (A Poem For The Jaded)

I want to fuck 

the way we did when we believed

we were invincible

when we thought ourselves unbreakable

when we knew nothing of hearts shattering

or bones fracturing under the weight of unrealized dreams

 

I want to promise the impossible/again

 

I want to unlearn this hesitation 

that colors my steps/measured

slow/trudge that I am now

I want the urge 

to move erratic/irrational

fall helplessly in lust with someone

who was promised to someone else

 

I want to know that we were meant for each other

 

without proof I want to know

we were divined 

by God or fate or fortune 

I want my actions

to belie the fact of these brutal years

that have shuttered me

passions held taut beneath this loose gut

 

I want my body back

 

the one that could wrap itself careless 

round the idea of forever/without fear

I want to leap off some idiotic ledge/I want to

hedge less

I want to erase these lines drawn definitive

round the edges of what I can do

i want to ignore the blotted lines running decisive

through the list of things I decided not to do

 

I want to do everything

you ask

ask you anything/without knowing

how you will answer

 

I want to shake this inertia

 

move you to tears/with the things 

I am too afraid to say to you

late at night/early morning sex

unexpected

 

I want to fuck like we did

when we were doing it/for love

foolhardy/with hardly any fear of the future

 

I want to believe in love/like I did

before I had a kid/before we knew how to stop

mid-orgasm

before these impermeable cracks 

hammered steel beams through the fragile flesh of my heart

 

before my art started making money

before balancing my emotional budget became a thing

I needed to do

before our wings broke

before the yoke of collected experience 

dragged us away from our best selves

 

I want to do more than just fuck

 

I want more days of feeling/foolish

and full/and flustered/and flushed 

 

I want more

of myself/more of you

more of us

wanting more out of today

and tomorrow

and all the days

we aren’t even sure will ever come

 

—Staceyann Chin