By felisdemens |
Submitted by Kirk, Blender-Keeper
Date: 2010 Jan 05
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While I am at it...|
I don't talk about my feelings here so much, but here's a little whatsit about how I love J. It's weird. Be aware.
My love is the kind of love that wants to destroy his enemies and bring their severed, dripping heads to lay at his feet. But he doesnt have any enemies. And if I brought him any severed heads he would look at me with benign puzzlement and say "I actually think Id rather have a latte." And Id get him one.
My love is the kind of love that rises from tar-black waters, all lashing tentacles and snapping jaws and insatiable hunger, primed to devour and subsume. But he leans out to put a warm palm between its mad yellow eyes, and it settles back under the surface burbling happily and does not eat either him or Tokyo.
My love is the kind of love that stands on top of the mountain with a fistful of lightning, prepared to bend the universe to my will and carve his name across the face of the sky. But he calls up to ask if I know where the checkbook is and if I want to get sushi tonight, and I let the lightning go, turn off the Doomsday machine and come down to discuss dinner plans.
Ive been domesticated. But not constrained, not pressured to change. It's just that I walk beside a gentler man, and I want to keep his pace. Which is not to say that I don't have the Doomsday machine hidden behind the Triscuits in the pantry.