A Spark, A Flicker, A Fizzle

Our eyes met for the first time with intensity and eager gazes;
There was heat.
There was passion.

The days together turned into weeks, and those months.
Our eyes would meet,
They would remember that spark.
And then,
They didn't.

The light I once saw behind your blue eyes seemed to dim.
The light in my hazel eyes flickered.
I assume.
No.
Know.

We fizzled out,
Slowly at first,
And then,
All at once.

Random Thoughts (August 12, 2012)

It takes a great deal of strength to let one's heart be vulnerable.

Words to Love (August 10, 2012)

EN.TER.PRISE
A project or undertaking, typically one that is difficult or requires effort

The Game

Truth or dare.
Jump in, let go.
Should we just continue this game and lie to ourselves?
You're cunning and conning me
Into skirting and flirting around the issue.
Win, lose, or draw
I need an outcome.

Words to Love (August 6, 2012)

OM.I.NOUS:

Giving the impression that something bad is going to happen;
Being or exhibiting an omen;
Threatening;
Menacing

Can We - Can I - decide?

Leave, stay.

Commit.

Abandon.

Can we?

This time we waste with

“I don’t know’s”

and

“I’m not sure’s”

is crippling.

Waiting.

Decisions are hard to make.

But can you leave me?

Would you?

Could I?

Questions.

Questions.

Questions.

Answers?

We wait.

Leave.

Wait.

Stay.

Can you?

Definitions. Labels. Commitments.

Can I decide?

Would I decide?

Feelings? Who knows?

Questions.

Questions.

Questions.

Answers?

Lead to More

Tongues dancing in heated mouths with fire and burning and yearning.

Arms, hands, and fingers perform the ready task of yanking, caressing, and holding.

Moaning.

Soft. Short. Breaths.

Struggling to catch air, but eager for more.

A touch, a kiss, an impromptu, unplanned encounter.

No prior intent, no plan, no premeditations.

Falling victim to corporeal desire, after years of suppression.

One night. One kiss.

Lead to more.

Feelings? No.

Feelings are for the weak-willed, I say. You agree.

We fall

into this effortless groove of physicality. It feels right. It feels good.

Like we’ve been doing this for years. Hardly.

Platonic relationship: witty banter, coffees, lunches, no more.

Talking. Always talking. At a distance, with a table, a chair, a bed, space

Between us.

One night. One kiss. No feelings?

Lead to more.

Numb

Numb

So I won’t feel, the heat of the tears on my cheeks

Numb

So my ears will stop. Burning.

Numb

In my fingertips. In my heart. In my toes so

Numb

So I won’t feel, the pounding, in my chest

Numb

So my brain will freeze

Numb

So I won’t feel the void; when you leave, I’m

Numb

I just want to be

So

Numb