look, listen and feel

The gentlest brush of his fingertips
Ignites scores of delight across my limbs
Every hair electrified
Skin completely tantalized
No matter where or when
His touch is unmistakable
The tingle rushes through my veins
Throbbing heart resonates loud and clear
Like a sweet cool breeze his breath sweeps across my neck
I turn to meet those sparkling pools
I can see all my dreams in the sea within his eyes
Mysterious blue grey oceans
Flooded with secrets and dreams
I could drown in his tears

Shit Happens

Shit. You amaze me.
These days, not much in life is absolutely certain.
But you... You are.
No matter what, I always know that you will be there.
Not only will you happen, but you will always stink.
Your stench can be overwhelming.
You are vile.
Sometimes you are devistatingly painful.
Other times your potency is hidden...
As a source of certainty, you trump most others I can think of:
You always happen... you always stink...
And you always end.
I know you'll be back before long, but I get a break.
Releasing the weight of your burden is an imeasurable relief.
Holding onto you or spending too much time analyzing you, obsessing over your complexity, just keeps me from that gratifying end.
Any discomfort I blame on you should be directed at myself.
A viscious cycle.
Obsessing over the discomfort and unpleasantness, bitching about your recurrant pattern, extending the time before your end.
Shit.

(c)2009 LBA