Bleak Realities

Bleak reality; you're not his passion any longer
though for one brief period in your history
together, you might have consumed his
energy and attention. That accomplished,
he turned another direction. The euphoric
enthusiasm with which he explored every
crevice of your body, its smooth contours
and alluring pheromones, the skin-on-fire
contact has long since been satisfied. He now
notes challenge met, that summit conquered.

He responds now to other challenges that
beckon. His curiosity and physical demands
inspiring him to seek the thrills of adventure
to validate his indomitable male spirit too
long in abeyance, yearning to escape the
dreary bondage of aquiescent existence,
when every sinew and muscle of his body
demands action, adventure, release from
the tame sameness of quotidian habit.

Your comfort is the bane of his existence.
He is a caged tiger, an animal wild to escape
into the male-dominated world of self-aware
validation. Achieved through various gender-
exclusive forays into the wilds of bungee jumping,
parachuting, deep-sea scuba-diving, rock
climbing, spelunking and mountainous ascents
whose enterprise appeals to excess-hormoned
danger-dawdling extreme recreationers.

You, my dear, regretfully abandoned.