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By darwin Date: 2003 Apr 17 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.17.14.22.7495]] |
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I thought love was a blaze. A torrid affair with animal like lust, and wondering when the next groping of hips would take place. I wondered at the people who would stay home on friday evenings, and say that they have become that dreaded word..."domestic". I always fought against it, against that placid life that was as predictable as the cats waking us up at 3 am for food. I lived wildly and with abandon, with that hopeless lust for the unknown. I would dance until my hips and legs felt as if they were now detached from my body, and then, I would dance some more. I would go home with countless strangers, and think that I was experiencing passion and excitement, when the only thing I was getting out of it was a pregnancy test a month later. Then you came quietly, with your timid manner, and your frowning face that can do 0-60 in less than a second with a smile. You wait months to cut your hair, and your 5 o'clock shadow cuts my face and leaves me raw with your kisses. The only thing animal about you is the thatch of fur on your chest. I came home and your clothes are scattered in the living room, and you always fall asleep before 10 o'clock. Yet you read my mind and complete my words before my lips can even finish. I can lean into you at the end of a hard day, and know that you will catch my body before it falls in exhaustion. At night, our bodies are naked and intertwined with each others, our limbs piled as snakes in grass. We can stare at each other, and grin, silly like children. I feel joy with you, not the crazy mixed up feeling that I have to rush from (t)high to next (t)high. There is an instant gratification that you hold my hand, no matter where, and you will kiss me on the big screen at a baseball game. There is great joy is knowing, that in less than two months, I will be your wife, and that is better than any night of dancing I can think of. |