Don't Mention It

by

Judith Bakkensen

I don't want to talk about my sexual exploits.  These adventures remain in my errant thoughts and create private bubbles of pleasure as they percolate into consciousness.  To tell them would take the juice from the richest part of my soul.  These crazy, wild memories are all mine, like pearls on a strand.  I can let them wrap around me or slip across my fingers.  I can hold them in my mouth or run them across my lips.  The are round, smooth and precious.  I can wear them with my favorite clothes or lock them away for later.  

As each story is opened, the pearl lets it's juice pour out and it dances in the air to be devoured by the listeners.  It can't go back, the pearl has left the strand.   Luckily, new pearls can be added.  What is it that you don't want to talk about?