| The Sex Plumbers |
| Every neighborhood has one The pipes or drains get clogged And the friendly plumber comes Over and zip-zip... all fixed Many of the homes in suburban Neighborhoods also have their Own live-in plumbers... male And female... that periodically Drain each Other's body pipes The pipes that used to be Connected to the centers of Passion... desire... even lust But somehow became re-routed Almost mysteriously... to the Centers of habit... convenience With now the Body-part touchings Those of old Friends who share Calm days and nights amidst Their possessions... their things ... Including each Other Some of the plumbers played the Drainings by ear... they sort of Happened when it was peaceful And nothing much else to do... But most of the plumbers had An informal schedule... planned Appointments for the drainings Usually when it's dark... usually Prone... usually calm... with the Procedures and fittings known in Advance from years of practice Executed mindlessly from training Like good technicians everywhere The Body-parts still worked The pressure points and tempos Within their normal ranges Even the occasional groan Fell within its predictable pitch And tone level The tensions built according to The checklist... the quick release Not unpleasurable... the precious Body fluids flowed... sometimes Gushed... the ensuing familiar Relaxation and Body-parts and Sleep not at all uncomfortable And sometimes one... or both Before the peace of sleep Spent a few moments silently Within their mind... wondering Where the passion... the desire The lust had gone... Had they just left abruptly one Day unannounced... or was the Departing more gradual The past lovers... now plumbers Couldn't seem to remember They wondered if those feelings Would ever return again Could ever return again... They knew their old Friend with The quiet breathing lying next To them in the dark had similar Thoughts and feelings and Questions... the unexcitement Was too obvious... and their Friend wasn't stupid or blind |
| And sometimes one... or both Wondered what would happen If they had yet another Friend An Intimate Friend... not a secret One... not hidden from The Other But embraced by The Other as a Friend... a third or fourth or fifth Member of their lives... not a Body-Parts-Passing-In-The-Night Not a quickening of the pulse Based on the short term myths Of Romance... but the long term Lust for additional intimacy and Closeness held by most all They wondered what would Happen if the two old Friends Expanded their sensual Intimacies with Others... where It could takes years... or a lifetime To become familiar with the Procedures... the pressure points The groan's pitch and tone They wondered why they never Discussed this subject with each Other... although sometimes they Discussed the departures with Others... just quickly in passing Obliquely... shrouded in a wistful Laugh... or a lifted eyebrow or a Shrug... and the others already Knew the subject from their own Lives... and shrugged back in Understanding and self-empathy And then they wondered in the Calm dark beside their Friend If it was insane to permit thoughts Like this to enter their mind... And then they thought whether It was insane not to think about The subject... and the remainder Of both their lives Who would not want to feel Alive again... feel the pulsing Of passion once more surging Through their mind... their pipes And after all... this was their Best Friend lying there... They also wanted them Alive And excited... full of verve Not simply existing... waiting For their short life to end And just before the blackness Of nightly unconsciousness Engulfed them... they thought Maybe they should think about This subject again sometime... Perhaps before the next Scheduled draining... or maybe Afterwards when the void would Still be fresh in their mind Why do we deny the realities That we know to be true... Why do we deny Aliveness to Our best friends... to ourselves Why do these simple thoughts Bring such fears to us all... Silent dreams to so many |
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| Excerpted from The Little Red Book of Drivel Soul Rot and Other Tales of Insane Relationships in the 3rd Millennium |