The One – #NaPoWriMo – Day 28

The One

is an ache

ratpacked in

the cleave of the heart,

shameful secret hope

of the reality-adjusted

post-modern woman.

While we

talk of vibrators

and nice, tight asses

and how sickened we are

by sentimentality,

the spectre of the One

Hovers in

the unmentionable

dimension of desire

like a halo too heavy

to put on.

With the curious liberation

of being shot out of

a cannon backwards

I’m going to say it:

I want the one,

and I don’t care

who knows it.