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By darwin Date: 2006 May 05 Comment on this Work [[2006.05.05.17.48.19193]] |
| today is quiet. quiet with that apprehension that lives in my skin at times. this waking readiness that seems to come out every once in a while. and it makes me think of you, and that first time we made love. when my body flowed for you, and your touch wasn't enough, and the possibilities infinite. i can feel it now, just thinking of it, how i reached for you then. feeling you against me and how much i wanted you in me instead. and now it's quiet. quiet resolution that comes, when i come home for dinner. and i find you waiting, with those eyes of expectant yearning, for the days you were made to wait while i flowered as every woman must. your boyish grin after, your bad religion shirt still on, because you couldn't fully undress. and here i am a day later, my body and mind restless, and unquiet. the unquiet that kept me awake for hours last night about nothing and everything. about friends whom i haven't talked to for ages. of the loves who have loved me and gone. and the faces and names i can't remember. of the clothes i wish we had money to buy. and that beauty that you seem to clothe me in, whether i am already clothed or not. but your eyes see past this, and your stoic nature saves me at times. from the capitalist i fear i've become. money money, love, money, evils that sometimes infiltrate and invade. but your love is enough to fill me for days. for the hours as they pass into days. so i sit, in the readiness for that moment when my body can make it's journey toward you. for that hour to strike when the day ends, and you and i begin. |