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.
Friday, April 17, 2009
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I connected with this. Beautiful writing.
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