"How've things been? Any boys catching your fancy?"
"Yeah, I've had a boyfriend for a couple of months now..."
"Wow. I missed that. I can't believe we haven't spoken in months."
"Well, you know , life. We both get busy."
"True dat."
"What about you? Any fellas in the mix?"
"Well there's the dude from the beach, that macho hottie from the rave, the douche-bag musician, the guy from the restaurant, the laundry Matt, and then friend of a friend of a friend..."
"Do you sleep?!"
"Not often."
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Leather snaps
The feel of lips pressed together changes to quips and words that snap like old leather.
The movement of two touching finger tops are now motions caught breathless in mid stop.
'No please, please don't stop'
I've heard some question where lost passion goes
'To a far away land, in some place we'll never know'
But what about passion that doesn't get lost, but misplaced?
Not embraced, or re-traced
Almost, yes almost erased.
What about that passion, where does it rest?
Is it atop of my now heavy breast
Crushing down on my solar plexus and sternum
Making me cry out
Making me yernsome.
Or does it sleep in a crevice in my mind
A place where service is slow, and the staff are unkind?
Or somewhere else has it, possibly held down at ransom
Yes, held by a man who is cunning, and magical and oh so oh handsome.
Maybe, just maybe the one thing I have not thought
Is that this passion I've misplaced I perhaps have still got.
Held down inside me, locked behind bars
Afraid to emerge, to stretch out and let wander afar.
Maybe it's waiting to just know it's wanted
Because past passions lost have left my passion so haunted
Of visions of people playing a perfect part
Yet have no consideration for the core of this passions true heart
Yes, locked away safe is where my lust, passion, love awaits
Not needing or wanting anything but to feel safe
But bars and walls and locks are secure
Because this feeling is sacred,scared and unsure
and even thought the words of
'No, please please dont stop, don't go away!' can echo across the plains of my mind
and my soul
This feeling
This lust, passion,love
Hides away from daylight
Oh the feel of lips pressed together changes to quips and words that snap like old leather.
The movment of two touching finger tops are now motions caught breathless in mid stop.
'No, please...please don't stop'
I've heard some question where lost passion goes. To a far away place, in a land I now know.
We call it Alcatrez for the soul
A place where heartaches to breaks take thier toll
Passion and lust and love hide away
Because they're afraid of the light
They're afraid to obey, and break again
This lust, and passion and love is not lost, just locked up. Just misplaced.
Fearful to be re-traced and embraced
But fortunatly, never ever erased.
The movement of two touching finger tops are now motions caught breathless in mid stop.
'No please, please don't stop'
I've heard some question where lost passion goes
'To a far away land, in some place we'll never know'
But what about passion that doesn't get lost, but misplaced?
Not embraced, or re-traced
Almost, yes almost erased.
What about that passion, where does it rest?
Is it atop of my now heavy breast
Crushing down on my solar plexus and sternum
Making me cry out
Making me yernsome.
Or does it sleep in a crevice in my mind
A place where service is slow, and the staff are unkind?
Or somewhere else has it, possibly held down at ransom
Yes, held by a man who is cunning, and magical and oh so oh handsome.
Maybe, just maybe the one thing I have not thought
Is that this passion I've misplaced I perhaps have still got.
Held down inside me, locked behind bars
Afraid to emerge, to stretch out and let wander afar.
Maybe it's waiting to just know it's wanted
Because past passions lost have left my passion so haunted
Of visions of people playing a perfect part
Yet have no consideration for the core of this passions true heart
Yes, locked away safe is where my lust, passion, love awaits
Not needing or wanting anything but to feel safe
But bars and walls and locks are secure
Because this feeling is sacred,scared and unsure
and even thought the words of
'No, please please dont stop, don't go away!' can echo across the plains of my mind
and my soul
This feeling
This lust, passion,love
Hides away from daylight
Oh the feel of lips pressed together changes to quips and words that snap like old leather.
The movment of two touching finger tops are now motions caught breathless in mid stop.
'No, please...please don't stop'
I've heard some question where lost passion goes. To a far away place, in a land I now know.
We call it Alcatrez for the soul
A place where heartaches to breaks take thier toll
Passion and lust and love hide away
Because they're afraid of the light
They're afraid to obey, and break again
This lust, and passion and love is not lost, just locked up. Just misplaced.
Fearful to be re-traced and embraced
But fortunatly, never ever erased.
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