March 5, 2012

Given a Pause of Emotion

I need a nice shot of scotch,
something to warm me through,
like the rush of a blush warming
the skin. rosied flush.

Give me just a little more,
to hold me over, like a kiss
selflessly given, a breath not
taken in time but gasped.

A moment to wish, things were
different, that you were here,
a touch of skin, a slight pretend,
that you could feel the same.

SJW

the desire for proximity and warmth is absolutely universal. As for the scotch, man i have a good one :). I love your writing and the way you capture a desire or the undertow of something that beats ever faintly. Hugs you. it’s electronic, but full on intentionality. 🙂

Ryn you have send me something he wrote to you.. you can block out his name but i am curious ;).

Ryn:i oh mr walker is still a bastard of a nag, but i am so wanting a new kinda scotch. But do not fret doll mr walker is always the voice in my head. Fallen? Well perhaps its time for a french hooker :).. ha

you miss are naughty in French… and yes over and over again works for me. 🙂

Ryn would have loved to scene thay. The woman got annoyed that i could be so rude. Nevermind that it was a sunfay morning and that only reason someone was there was to tell me that i was a sinner and going to hell. A point i could not hope to argue against, ironically because of the half naked woman on my couch 🙂

Lovely 🙂