Yesterday
An attempt to describe some very good sex.
There is no guide to lovemaking. The Kama Sutra and other instructive texts have existed for centuries but it is the moment who is the master of two bodies coming together. Tips, tricks, and tutorials are forgotten when one faces the nakedness of the room, the exclusive permission granted to touch museum artifacts previously guarded behind glass.
Lovemaking is an alchemical process possessing strange duality. It is both a hostile conquest, a takeover, and a gentle surrender, it is vampiric and nourishing. Beyond its potential and innumerable pleasures is also an urge to take up the scientific method—to observe, document, and execute, for it is just as exact as it is artful; the two extremes inextricably bound, too tight to loosen.
Lovemaking, when allowed to become inspiration, creates an insufferable and obsessive Romantic character in the individual who has courage enough to see and make love to all things. It is he who has dared to disrobe and caress life, to persist no matter the unrequitedness. He has seen beyond infatuation and commonplace ecstasy. He has made a divine pact to love without expecting reciprocity, to suffer and know bliss, to be predator and prey, to cleverly transform love into passion.
The love I made yesterday possesses these aforementioned qualities. It is bold and beautiful. A celebratory act which gets better every time. There is room for confidence, for error and the display of talents accumulated in the past—we were practicing for each other. We were in useless wars accumulating medals just as meaningless. I carry no one else. I feel no guilt or shame. I am given the stage to perform without a script. We are the sole directors and writers of our productions.
The love I made yesterday was a gift received and given, a foreign language I am learning to speak to my beloved. I will soon become fluent, speaking in tongues.
The love I made yesterday needs no rulebook for it is an act of improvisation, a work in progress. To my lover I give my full attention. Our lovemaking is not limited to the bedroom, we do it every and anywhere—we are exhibitionists.
I have never known love before this. I have never revealed all my secrets. I laid my head on a pillow, inattentive, thinking of something or someone else. I am born again now, a virginal bride, a veiled beauty. I am devouring after years of malnutrition. I have been discovered and uncovered, as naked as I was born.