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By galadrial Date: 2002 Dec 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.20.06.41.15238]] |
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What do you WANT for Christmas? Ah, now that is a question. But stores do not stock it, shelves do not hold it, and no amount of cash can acquire it's shine. What I want is to wait at an airport gate, my heart pounding, my tongue stuck to my mouth roof, my stomach tied in butterfly knots while my eyes dart hummingbird quick from face to face. What I want is that awful feeling of "not yet" when I hear a happy squeal and young lovers find each other in a crowd. What I want is that first kiss of disbelief when the world actually melts away, forget that a lady does not kiss like her life depended on it in a public place. I can't believe you made it. I can't believe you're here. I'll take every odd awkward moment, when the words just don't cut it, and all you can do is blaze the love from your eyes like lasers of pooled emotion, and the one is there, and real and all yours. That's what I want. Now how the hell are you gonna wrap it? ;) Cass |