Friday, April 17, 2009

For the moment

The spontaneity needed for clothes to hit the floor. The possibility of disappointment in every touch. The threat of abandonment in every hug. The heart a lonely lab rat in the maze of every kiss. How it all feels like home no matter where I am.

I hear it in the simple songs that I can never forget. Abstract art never seen the same way twice. Strengths and weaknesses wrestling for control. And sometimes it doesn’t matter which pins the other to the mat. I count to three, but it’s not over.

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