Sigh...

Friday, September 24, 2004

Which is it that drew me to you first?
The physical sparks that flew in great multitudes
Or the way you wooed me with your words
There is something primevil about an instant physical connection
The excitement of the brush, caress
Of hand against skin, lips against neck
But it does not compare in the slightest
To the ultimate intimacy of intellectual honesty
To opening your mind and your soul
And letting a stranger walk among the secrets
And peruse at their discretion
The complete trust of sharing your soul
Your thoughts
Your passions
Your intimacies
Both are wonderfully gratifying
Though one without the other can be
frustrating or cheapening
Which will you give more freely?
Choose carefully

One touch
And my breath catches
And my hand latches
To your physical embrace
And when our eyes meet
Sparks fly
And catch a fire within my heart
It burns hot white
And sparkles brightly
Like the smiles in my eyes
When I think of you
You excite me
And intice me
To love you, want you, need you
But you haven't earned me
Though you may well yearn for me
And we'll play this game
Of touch and go
Until I know for sure
That you are worthy
Of this goddess's
Wealth and touch

To the three excitements in my life:

I'm tingling all over
With anticipation
Of the next time you touch me
That way that you do

I'm humming to myself
In frustration
Over the feelings inside me
You've brought into view

I'm holding my breath
In expectation
Of the next thing you'll say
That will make me sigh

I'm thinking to myself
About why I adore you
About the things that employ you
That make me feel alive

I had power over my life
I no longer lived for another
I was free again of stress and strife
For no one else did I worry or bother
Now shaken, turned around
Flipped on my head
Dropped upside down
You've made me stop and think
Freeze and Reevaluate
Reexamine my life
Like a mental eathquake
Can you be real
Can I really want you
I think I wrote you into life
You're just too good to be true
Probably simply a dream
A deep felt wish
A mental conjouring
I'm terrified

Thursday, September 23, 2004

A Promise to Myself

I am alone
I am better off this way
I am strong
I will go on my own way
I do not need someone else
To tell me who I am
I do not need someone else
So on my own I’ll stand
There are many who love me
And I adore them too
But I can live without them
Because I simply might have to
I control my own life
My future, present, past
I will succeed I will persist
I will be happy at last