StarStricken
My Spiritual Realm
Mundane.
Life isn't mundane. Life is full of change, right now,
actually. Nothing has been the same since December 22nd.
And then, everything changed.
What IS mundane, is my current relationship. Maybe not
"mundane".. but I fear it will grow to such. We hit a hard
rock, a significant event occurred, much went on.. Now,
things are normal again, as normal as they can be, and it
feels comforting, yet, (almost) boring? at the same time..
however..
Something in the way (he) moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way (he) moves.. me..
I don't want to live (him) now, you know I believe in how..
There's always been something, it's still there. I don't
deny that. Things are just, normal..
So why do I fear discontentment?
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One is the lonliest number.
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The Gift
I remember the day, the package came, all tied and tassled
with a bow.
An elegant gift, more than I could expect, my face had been
a glow.
I treated the gift with utmost care, a pedestal was where it
belonged.
My gazed, my fixed stare, was what I contrasted to the
numerous, nameless presents before.
My gift all a daze, caught in my gaze, our eyes, we shared
with each other.
But then, too much! For his fateful touch and my perplexing
desires overwhelmed the stone sculptures.
A graceful descend, though downwards nonetheless, holding
hands, we fell...
A few words exchanged, a few deep breaths were drawn, my
hand near my heart grew familiar.
Still, a gentle glance.. but not nearly a stare, I saw in
the gift, and in turn, the gift, saw in me.
Now, here, again, we converse, converse.. converse over the
downfall that was.
Time...Time...
That factor, that lingers, is it truly the healer of all?
Your head all a daze...have we lost our gaze?
Has the mundane, ripped us apart?
For so long ago...I had yearned for a gift, and 'twas
granted so unexpectedly.
Now I yearn for the day, where distractions are no more,
a day where the intense fire in your eyes, reflects that of
my own.
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And I give myself away, and I give, and I give.. and I give
myself away.
Confusion can be suppressed by communication.