and then he said... to me
2009-12-12 | 3:42 a.m.
with his beard in my face-i feel like a child-grasping corners of his mouth cheeks, eyebrows...-i smooth out his hair-and we wisper-then we laugh- is it because he makes me feel less alone? is that enough? i wonder. and wonder, and wonder. what is enough? so as i drive home i feel as if i am a virgin for the first time in 7 or so years. i feel curious, naive, and nervous unsure of what i am missing that others are not. i have forgotten what it feels like to lay down with purpose- to be in love, loved, make love... i forgot what it feels like to believe in someone enough that your eyes speak. i wonder what it would be like to open myself up in tiny incriments of infinity and gather a moment like i'm starved- to invest it and imprint it upon all other moments in my life. beyond whishing its immortality, i'd make it forever by sheer volume and weight of love. i dont remember breath on my neck, my arms, my breast. to lay down, or be layed down. i dont know it. foreign to me is reaching into someone who is inexplicably reaching into me. i wonder. wonder, and wonder. and that all i ever do. since i feel the light of youth has passed me prematurely, leaving an echoing wisper in my ear that says no one, no one. will ever fall in love with you again. and i know one must fall in love or forget it exists. because a taste or bite will not suffice but tear you up inside
work on your management skills
| promote
|
synergy
signed documents
memos
mail
company heresy
The Man
corporation
|