Thursday, May 29, 2008
sketchbook: under my skin
I pace the mind, one thought at a time, lingering in the touch, the taste, the smell of her. There is nothing so sweet as a new lover discovered. By accident I road into her life and then she into mine. By accident I fell into that enamored grace that comes with learning the curves of the body, the dimpled smile as it hovered over my own, pacing each other’s desires, racing each other’s excitement. How those days and nights cling to me, a layer of experience in this mind thinking, I can see the metronome ticking, wondering the next time I get to touch her, taste her, and smell her.