I’m not the girl your mother warns you about.
I won’t kiss your best friend or break your heart.
I won’t make you choose between what you love to do & me.
I’m not cold. I’m not reckless.
I’m the girl your father mentions when your mom’s not around.
I’m the girl that gets away.
I will love you more than anything.
I will kiss you when you cry.
I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise.
And you’re just like your father, so you will.
You’ll let me go & I won’t look back,
But you will.
I promise you, you will.
I’m that girl.
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Sunday, July 13, 2014
— On Both Knees
“I want your Monday morning
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
lazy bones
‘five more minutes please babe.’
I want your Tuesday afternoon
coffee break,
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’
I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’
I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
bones unbind
muscles let loose
flats, slacks,
‘just me and you’
I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’
I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’
I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life.”
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
lazy bones
‘five more minutes please babe.’
I want your Tuesday afternoon
coffee break,
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’
I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’
I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
bones unbind
muscles let loose
flats, slacks,
‘just me and you’
I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’
I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’
I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life.”
R’J
find someone
who knows
you’re sad
just by the change
of tone in your
voice
be with someone
who loves the
feature that
you hate the most
fall inlove with
someone who
looks at you and
knows they don’t
want anyone else
who knows
you’re sad
just by the change
of tone in your
voice
be with someone
who loves the
feature that
you hate the most
fall inlove with
someone who
looks at you and
knows they don’t
want anyone else
— Gregory Orr, from “When I first saw …” in The Caged Owl: New & Selected (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
“When I first saw her
she was so beautiful
I wanted to be a mirror
and hold all of her.
My eyes couldn’t do that,
much as I tried
to calm them, saying:
‘Drink deep of her face.’ If I had become a lake …
A mirror is all surface
but a lake has depths.
I would have drawn her in,
[…]
alive inside me.”
she was so beautiful
I wanted to be a mirror
and hold all of her.
My eyes couldn’t do that,
much as I tried
to calm them, saying:
‘Drink deep of her face.’ If I had become a lake …
A mirror is all surface
but a lake has depths.
I would have drawn her in,
[…]
alive inside me.”
— Jim Butcher, White Night
“There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.”
— Benny Bellamacina
“If you wake up tired, you’ve been chasing dreams. If you go to bed tired, your making your dreams happen.”
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