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MONOLOG

coming of age in candora

"What about candora?"

I was asked that question recently.

I was not sure how to answer, not so much because I wanted to give the person the answer she was looking for, but because I am not sure about candora myself for reasons that may have nothing to do with the thoughts behind the question.
So I asked, "What do you mean?"

which was instantly recognized (by me at least) for the avoidance technique it was, even though I did want to know and the question was valid, there were deeper issues to ruminate.

She appeared unperturbed and responded.
"Why is candora still alone?"

I did my best to ignore the shivers ice skating down my spine, though I think my tailbone might have wiggled a bit. Thank goodness for baggy T-shirts. I pondered the universe for a moment, reaching into the well of Douglas Adams for my personal annotated and dog-eared copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide for some clues as to how to begin answering the question, confident that time would run out on the universe long before I left the landing pad.
"I don't know"

In my infinite wisdom, I chose to play coy.

She smiled.
"Maybe you really want to be, in spite of your frequent protestations to the contrary"

Personally, I had always seen them more as lamentations, but I did not argue to point. I do not think I went into instant denial, either. At least not on the surface.
"We are all alone, always."

I waxed philosophical. The Guide recommends that when faced with a question that has too many right answers and not enough wrong ones, somewhere between it's dog-ears. Of course those could be my notes.

She laughed.
"Are we alone right now?"

She squeezed me in such a way that could only be written about in graphic romance novels, pornographic material, or medical textbooks. As I was learning about muscles I never knew existed in the female body, I felt what can only be described in an infinite number of ways as orgasmic pleasure and answered.
"Nhaaghffffuuusschhh."

She appeared to understand for she squeezed a bit more, and to the left, while letting loose with a series of shivers and shakes and giggles and groans that must have had people in neighboring states checking their plumbing.

I somehow made a mental note to check mine, later.
"Thank you"

I am not sure who said that, but I was somehow sure both of us felt it. This feeling was as close to not being alone as I'd ever known and I was wondering if I should explain, but was suddenly so sure I did not have to. I cried.
"Why are you crying?"

She asked, knowing the answer.
"You know"

Her smile melted me as I tasted her tear.

I dropped the guide, my guard, and my towel.
"I want you to say it."

I looked into her eyes and fell for a very long time that felt like infinity.

candora

silent poem

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