…just now…
with a moan and a sigh,
taut and shivering, bowed
in a rippling shudder
of
thunder-white
heat,
drenched and quivering
in my own
liquid lightning,
with a flood and a spark,
I came
with your name
on my lips. Continue reading
Brigid: You’ve been playing with me. Just pretending you care to trap me like this. You didn’t care at all. You don’t love me!
Spade: I won’t play the sap for you!
Brigid: Oh you know it’s not like that. You can’t say that.
Spade: You never played square with me for half an hour at a stretch since I’ve known you!
Brigid: You know down deep in your heart and in spite of anything I’ve done, I love you.
Spade: I don’t care who loves who!! I won’t play the sap for you. Continue reading
Because I’ve been meaning to write some response-to-others’-thoughts type posts.
And I am avoiding doing chores.
😀
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Do you remember that song by Air Supply? The one that spouted all that nonsense about one woman being “every woman in the world”?
No? Perhaps you are too young. A sampling: Continue reading
I think of him sometimes. The him he used to be. My friend, my confidante, my sexy soldier. My first love.
We were fire and ice. Fight or fuck. Compromise meant the match burned down to the base and the ice melted just enough for tepid liquid complacency to soothe the singed fingers holding it.
I was whiskey on his wounds. He got drunk on the possibility of Me.
We were not meant to be. Continue reading