Ramblings for 2009-07-11
- We are creating memories of love with other lovers. How will I, how will you, still matter? #
- Meet this fire that climbs my back, rests on my shoulders, enters my ear, whispers, rages. Bring the river, bring the ocean. #
- I worry that being satisfied, not striving, is more like death rather than bliss. #
- … The skin on your neck anticipated her touch. But you had to see. If you kept your eyes closed she would have been there. #
- You had to see for yourself. You could already smell her on the breeze. You could feel the earth tremble under her step… #
- I’m almost done making this present for you. It’ll be the last one, so I’m putting extra care into it. It’ll be fine. #
