It has taken nearly 10 years for this piece to really see the light of day. I daresay I've almost been hiding her. I still feel a pang when I look at her and especially when I read what she has to say. Nonetheless, I finally drug her out and hung her in a public place. I even put a price on her. Having grown lonesome lying beneath a stack of newer, "lighter" quilts, she's looking for a new home. She needs someone to love her as much as I do. But you must be kind to her. She comes from a very sensitive place. I hope she softens you toward the world. I hope she brings you a tender feeling.
You are my North, my South, my East and West - my working week and my Sunday rest - my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song. (Adapted from W.H. Auden)
When I'm alone with only dreams of you that won't come true, what'll I do?
There's a silence between us and there's so much to say.
Every breath of who you are tells a story that I love.
Lots of salacious 'S' words: Sensational. Seductive. Submissive. Sweet. Silly. Sly. Sensual. Sexy.
Love is just a lie made to make you blue. Love hurts.