Saturday, October 11, 2008
love
My love is a mile wide for the one who should never inspire my desire, but should make me think and feel in new and interesting ways from which to draw from the well. Sometimes when I dip the cup in, I want to do so on my foot-tips and lean in so my arm gets wet. I like to feel the cool water beads flow steadily down my arm through my palm and back into the well again. Sometimes I like to bring my wet hand up to my face and wipe it clean. Then sometimes, if there is a breeze, I like to let it come across my face so I can feel the chilling exhileration of breathe, of love, and of life.
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