Out

Giving Up

Out

1. A wish that you were with me.
2. A wish that i was with you. Any where, together is where i want to be.  Hands joined as our lips connect.  Searching for that mutual high we cannot forget.  Every nuance speaks of how right being in love and expressing it by the phsical manifestations, evident as i open for you and deeply with tenderness and inevitableness, you glide within and holding tightly, we sustain the moments ...fulfilling one another...together.

Denial

The course, chosen.  Turning around to reconsider...out of my hands. Everything, i wanted to stand for, especially to wait, for one, the one i neede to spend my life with...gone.  I took in that sword adjusting to its thrusts, unthinking...every urge to resist, to stop  crushed by the commitment that had walked away an episode that squashed the dream of being true to an ideal.  Disintegrating as the battle of our two bodies tried to make a climax...each of us involved in a mind game that did not involve...love of the one you are with.

Cool it

So long ago that one might believe that any feelings of affection we shared had dissipsted into outerspace since all our actions soared and burned out adn drifted only God kew where.  Seems i located some one day as i searched the manual of love describing how rekindling is done.  A picture of my fingers , exploring your frame, firm, insistent, caused a seizure of remebrance, too real .  Hiding feelings, torturing self with the explosions as tongues spoke and left messages...direct.  Close, but not, enough...until that moment as i stood above and our eyes met the coonection broken...not happening , again