He has been riding his late son’s motorcycle recently, despite the sharp, slightly jagged pain
He has been riding his late son’s motorcycle recently, despite the sharp, slightly jagged pain that comes with use of a twenty something’s possessions in the aftermath of a successful suicide attempt. And I don’t censure his grieving wife in the slightest for her failure to engage with him, but I can’t help wishing she would do so. Because they both need to go on living, and it’s a lot more pleasurable if there is kissing and touching as part of that life. So when I see a photo like this, naturally my thoughts turn to him and what things should be like, despite the fact that the two of them - like me - are easily twice the age of those pictured. That doesn’t matter; passion can be expressed no matter when one was born. It’s only when they’re dead that it becomes impossible, at least on this plane of existence. And now, being the wicked woman that I am, I think about kissing him myself. Another woman’s husband, my friend who is hurting and needs physical affection. A most kissable man. -- source link