Where are you?  

rm_funinic 50M
562 posts
4/27/2006 8:49 pm

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Where are you?

your footprints in the grass

your scent on your pillow

your body's imprint on our bed

your sweat on my skin

your taste on my lips

windblown, diffused, eased, dried, licked...

away.

I'm looking for you, but I can't remember when you left.


rm_funinic 50M
823 posts
4/27/2006 8:54 pm

0 for 2 in marriage...

Both just eased away, until we were strangers in the same house. Seeing our bedroom, rearranged, different from the last time I slept there... I tried taking a nap on the side of the bed that wasn't hers. I tried relaxing. I tried thinking it was my place.

I know I said I'd play a word game tonight. I wanted to post a highly erotic word painting for everyone. I wanted to visit all your blogs and give something of myself that I hoped would excite, soothe. But this image of footprints in the grass just wouldn't leave me all day.

I'm sorry to end the day on a down note. I need some sleep...


rm_funinic 50M
823 posts
4/30/2006 10:34 pm

    Quoting PassionsWine:
    We all have our images that crowd in and grab ahold to leave footprints
    implanted in our soul. They never leave us but in time it is easier to look at those memories with not so many shadows of pain.

    One of the greatthings about these blogs and conversing with others that write is they understand and will be here for you when you wish to be heard.

    XXOO
The problem is that when we most need to be talked to or with, we're least likely to be outgoing and ask for it.

Talking, posting, commenting, has not been a problem. Hearing, feeling, there's the empty space in my life.


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