a day like this.

When I feel what I feel, sometimes it's hard to tell you so. Pen spills guts onto paper or...I get all graphically illicit. Love on you. Rub colors into your skin and mold the line, shape and swirl of your aspect. The resulting art possesses depth because it was created in layers, much like we. But it's...artless, the way we overlay and burn and vividsoft light. We free from guile and honest in our intent to love. There is madness in this method of....show and tell. But I welcome the insanity; it tempers this required reality of ours.

The aimless shuffle of grown up existence clouds third i vision. I never forget...I just can't see it as clearly then. Then is when I slip into your place on late nights; burglarize good thoughts and hie away swiftly with...inspiration. Then is when I create visual reference points - how I feel, how I see you, how you feel all in me. Growing and glowing...concerted effort and movement. I look into your eyes, recall once again the fall. And all becomes omnipresent clarity.

I see you. And you = truth and beauty. Radiant manifestation of all the longing and passion stowed in hidden places. Sincerely simple but complex in structure. Oxy(butnever)moronic. Paradoxical. A destiny manifesting in ways unexpected but necessary. Essential. To me, and with you in me and we in we. We...

We...just.be. Everything.

And the thought is lovely and grand enough that repetition of emotion is warranted. And I would tell you so much more if I believed the words would taste honeyed sweet, if the sounds created warmth and hue, hewed onto spirit. Baseline thrummed like cellular memory. Got all into you like that...like i wanna be. Like weshouldbeinsideeachotherrightnow.

But you know, the wait is worth it. On...

Posted by Lisa at April 14, 2007 03:37 PM