[listen] cattle move in herds | new window
you were pressed against me in moments captured on mind’s film, your presence borne of a heart’s breaking into new acquaintance with harmony. the paradise of your eyes sang poems without lustful melodies- desire was of the whole me, she sexual, she intellectual, the real me who is at times apprehensive that wants to love
It wasn’t until a close friend of mine told me about her team of over-eager fans that I became so intimately familiar with the term “stalker”. Like many of my generation, I often bat the phrase around lightly, describing the ex who lingers, or the guy who calls a bit too much.
I made it through another day with and without him. listening to his voice and wanting to say “I’m still in love with you.” My tongue is bruised but at least my soul isn’t.