Jul 27 2010
July 27, 2010 – Have I Told You Lately?
I can still taste you – even from afar. This heart is impartial to wasting you, even if we tend to travel further apart. I know that you know, surely, I’m quite smart, therefore here’s a vital tip before even deciding you’re ready to start –
I will yearn for you, let my insides churn over you and, decisively, I’ll determine when it’s come time for me to have ultimately earned you.
Then, once I have you – and believe me, I will get you – I’ll love on you in ways that’ll leave your insides burning with my every last touch. I’ll love on you in ways angels do their Gods up above. I’ll love on you as if the heavens scuffed the ground beside you just enough, so that your fingertips were allowed to barely brush what can be seen by others as lavish and plush.
And, I’ll do all of this – simply – because that’s love.
Then, of course, I’ll make it tough for you – making sure the waters are thoroughly rough for you. That’s when I’ll choose to push and shove you…all the way until it has all become just way too much for you – to the point when enough is finally enough and only then will I let you fall – fall like fell swoops of a beautiful, symbolic dove…
…Fall into the blissful sea of wishful thinking.
You must visit this brink I speak of before I am made able to tweak this fable I seek, which will eventually allow you to sink. What did you think? I would let you hold my hand with ease?! Please! I was born to tease those who appease me – releasing energy from our working synergy so that I can finally, once and for all, stop searching for a life that might possibly mimic my mind’s imagery…littering my thoughts with faint rays of today’s sunshine.
I love finding the time for these pawns – you all know how I love chess – yawn…But, without tricking and then treating said fawn, I may never get the same colors I strive after in time for dawn.
So, I must do this, though it may be wrong. I must weed out the bad ones amidst said throng. One by one, they’ll come; then just as quickly, they’ll each be done…then, eventually, they’ll all be gone.
And the one remaining – the one who can…
engage me…
enrage me…
tame me…
endure pain with me…
save me…
be brave for me…
play my game with me…
pave their own way within me…
Is the one I’ll pick, for they’ll be the one humming the same tune of my special song.
As for the rest, so long…