Three Dont Tango 20

Annabel has gone over to see Edwin. I met him in the library soon after we moved in. He introduced himself as a painter and photographer. So I took Annabel over to see him. Now whenever she has a technical problem she goes over for advice.
Only it isn't just advice she goes over for. She is looking for something else. She isn't quite sure what it is at the moment, but she is getting stale. She needs something new. She needs new ideas for her paintings. She needs something extra, something outside the repetitions of housework, maybe even a romance.
She is beginning to get slightly bored with her routine. And there is something missing in her love life. Her male is starting to take her for granted. He should say a whole host of wonderful things. He should kiss her properly, not those silly kisses, but proper ones; kisses that envelope her and drown her. He should grab her and completely shut out everything else so there is just the two of them, and the kisses should be joining them together as one person, so there aren't any spaces between; and not just physical spaces, but mental and emotional spaces as well. Those gaps should all be eliminated. The whole situation should be the most wonderful and vital experience of life, not like kissing mummy goodbye on the station platform.
The trouble with the male is that he doesn't have any soul or proper emotions underneath. All the emotions are merely surface things, that quickly pass, and are not deeply felt. At least they don't seem to be deeply expressed when the male is supposed to be making love.
Making love is the ultimate expression of human experience reaching across to another person; a great tumultuous outpouring of the deepest felt emotion. The whole body should express the actuality of the soul breaking its bonds and leaping into the universe, and reaching out to grasp another human being. That outward leap with the body is the greatest thing that can happen to an otherwise hide-bound and dull human being. A coming together with another soul is a great and wonderful act of faith, and an act of affirmation, and trust. It is a belief in the other person; an acceptance of the other person, and an ecstatic desire to bridge that almost impossible gap between one being and another. Making love is the ultimate union of two people and should be the most extraordinary and exciting thing in all creation. And indeed, isn't it an act of creation itself?
And what does the male do? He maintains his own identity throughout the whole process. He never for one moment lets himself go, allows himself to be submerged in the joining of two souls. Maybe he is saying 'yes' outwardly, but 'no' inwardly, and so everything is reduced to a staid matter-of-factness. The act of love becomes merely another daily event. Love tumbles into the mundane, and is demoted completely. Another illusion has been destroyed.
Why is the male so satisfied with a simple release, a simple satisfaction? Why doesn't he see the vast potential? Cant he grasp the significance of what should be happening?
She is thinking about Edwin; wondering what it would be like with him. Would it be any different?

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