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| Thursday, January 31, 2008 |
| Love |
"I love you, Kat."
The words hang earnestly in the dark.
I am filled with empathy.
My hand reaches out, fumbling for the source of this profession.
Angular cheekbones and sandpaper whiskered chin,
My fingers caught up in his, he presses them softly to his lips.
"I love you, too."
I squeak, a little too loudly.
I don't understand my reaction.
He gathers me on cue.
Strong arms encircle, legs intertwine.
He prods a little.
Questions my mood stream.
Questions my thoughts.
He is the one I cannot lie to.
He always knows.
"I have a pre-conceived sadness at hurting you."
"You haven't hurt me, you fill me with joy and wonder, Daily!"
"I will. I am already sorry."
He caresses my face,
pushes strands of hair off my shoulders,
sighs deeply.
"I am a grown man, I don't want you to hurt me, but IF you do.. I pre-forgive you."
I love being in love. |
posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 12:25 PM  |
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