Note to Self
9-14-02
Note to Self
Perhaps I should tell Shelley. I do not know if it’s a function of my lonely soul suddenly engaged with someone who finds me compelling, interesting after so long a spell alone and pining. Yet, I feel comfortable with her, I like her soul, I like how she feels and smells, I like that I feel a dance with her of something deeper, or is it just an illusion of desperation so longing for such a mood. She gets in me, she has carried me these two weeks, and my despair has all but faded. She tickles me, and I sense her love, as she senses mine, we are both just a drift in each others arms, learning to turn an eye from the temptations abounding. She has accepted, she will participate, I fear making too much of her, both that I may lose her, and one day wander again paths of light or dark. I do not forecast, I’ll just dance and see to what depth our feet tangle. I am afloat like a teenager, and life seems no great chore. She has filled my empty heart and I wonder what will become of its flowing over.
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