from the moment my head hit the pillow, this night was destined to be filled with distraction. my weary body ached for sleep, but my mind resisted. i remembered your smile, and it invaded me, your words
and as the worlds of here and there swirled in blissful harmony, my consciousness became a confluence of dream and reality,
you were suddenly, actually, beside me.
brighter by the sun, and new beginnings, and possibility, and a certain
you, you make, you make me
feel, and i feel myself unravelling, revealed, bared, naked, exposed, and yet less vulnerable and afraid of
i don’t know what (i really desire but i’m working on you)
your innocence is equal to my desire to take advantage of it
your vulnerability is equal to my confidence to draw you out from beneath it
your alter ego is mine, ripe for my unpeeling and eating
when writing of heart
, commas are the scars
that remind us of the strength we’ve gained from having
, suffered, and, suffered, and, suffered, and,
, prepared us to
summer breeze, picnic beneath
sneaking glance, developing
i won’t miss, a chance for your
red wine glass, then crack! I slap
“oh diirrty, fuck me ’til two
i allow my afternoon to drift away, having this tepid space to myself
times like these, rare, are seldom created from nothing, but welcomed with an openness that suggests they should be more often.
the rain, spoken of for morning, completes the condition requisite for the flooding
of your memory to my consciousness.
what the fuck are you saying?
i’m sitting alone on my sofa this afternoon, and i am thinking of you, missing
you, us, possibility, future, candid lust, volleyed desire, and same-time-next-year-worthy love
i started writing this post about a party i went to last night, and i was going to great lengths to describe how i met this girl, blah, blah, blah, but i read it back it and it was pretty fucking boring. so, i’ll cut to the chase.
there was a cute married mother-of-two who obviously isn’t getting enough cock at home, because she insisted that i take her back to my apartment where she fucked me senseless.
ok, it’s still a pretty boring blog post but it’s about to get interesting. her husband called just now while she was out getting coffee for breakfast. i answered, and our conversation was a bit awkward. apparently, she missed her flight home this morning.
when I told him a lame joke about my cockpit, he didn’t laugh.