I am in that post-play state where a can of chocolate, ready-made icing sounds perfect.
However, I do not have a can of icing... or even a bag of chocolate chips to mix with sweetened-condensed milk and microwave (Yes. This is amazing, and if you don’t eat it all in one sitting, pour it into a baking pan and put it in the refrigerator for fudge later).
So instead, I’m taking a sumptuous bath and reminiscing.
I wish I had something profound to say,
But I think my creative thoughts
Are just too personal today,
And I don’t think
You all need to hear
About them...
So instead, please accept this picture
As a solace
For my lack of interesting
Content to share.
I think a proper early wake up today should include what I refer to as my ‘stripper song.’ I imagine this would play if I ever swung around a sweat-slick pole in next to nothing.
Aren't you such a catch?
What a prize(prize)...
Got a body like a battle axe.
Love that perfect frown, honest eyes
We ought to buy you a Cadillac.
I wish I had something profound to say,
But I think my creative thoughts
Are just too personal today,
And I don’t think
You all need to hear
About them...
So instead, please accept this picture
As a solace
For my lack of interesting
Content to share.
Eyes Blinking
Dark caress
Of a sky
As dreams,
Like soft, cottonwood flurries
Drifting to the surface
And swirling in an unfelt breeze,
Fall upon the drifting mind.
Vivid colours
Float in the air
Moving memories,
Like a rolling field of flowers
Feels the tangle of berry bushes growing into it
And smiles to itself,
To the front of minds.
Soft murmurs
Of your voice
In the still, misty morning,
Like a response painstakingly written
With calligraphies so intricate
And sent with care,
Filling me with desire.
I think a proper early wake up today should include what I refer to as my ‘stripper song.’ I imagine this would play if I ever swung around a sweat-slick pole in next to nothing.
Aren't you such a catch?
What a prize(prize)...
Got a body like a battle axe.
Love that perfect frown, honest eyes
We ought to buy you a Cadillac.
I think a proper early wake up today should include what I refer to as my ‘stripper song.’ I imagine this would play if I ever swung around a sweat-slick pole in next to nothing.
Aren't you such a catch?
What a prize(prize)...
Got a body like a battle axe.
Love that perfect frown, honest eyes
We ought to buy you a Cadillac.
I wish I had something profound to say,
But I think my creative thoughts
Are just too personal today,
And I don’t think
You all need to hear
About them...
So instead, please accept this picture
As a solace
For my lack of interesting
Content to share.
The funny thing is,
No one alive can tell
What it is like to die.
I wonder what it’s like to exsanguinate.
To feel your heart slowly pump harder,
Ejection fraction lowering with each squeeze
Because filling volumes keep decreasing.
I wonder how it feels as your body gets colder.
With each struggling breath in and out
Carrying less oxygen through your body,
And extremities mottling and turning pale, then blue.
I wonder what eyes see as death becomes imminent.
Will the floating lights behind filters
Become stars which burn brighter
And constantly out of focus?
Or will there be, as some say, a tunnel of light
To follow and center your final attentions on?
The funny thing is,
No one alive can tell
What it is like to die.
I miss Him.
His voice, the way He says my name and tells me.
His hands, the way He uses them to touch me in so many ways.
His lips, the way He steals my breath with a kiss.
His heart, the way He cares and shows He does.
His sounds, the way He responds to me and my touch.
His lap, the way He lets me melt into Him there.
...
And I miss so many other things...
...
Basically everything
That makes Him
So very special to me...
...
And I get to see Him soon,
Which makes me so happy...
But I have to try and sleep now,
So I’m gonna hug Manni,
And pull a pillow close to me,
So I can close my eyes,
And imagine it’s Him.
