the other me
the other you
so natural || parallel grazing... like soft kisses under cool sheets
never have touched, yet can tickle so much, again, again, experience the other explicable and envigorating, so much that the ___ just can't be contained/pressed/expressed truly in simple written words.
goosebumps, held breath, who would have thought simple presence could see & show & feel so much
so nervous, so anxious, so amazed, so curious, yum - it builds - this tension
such T.O... even if this other us will never meet on this side of the reflection, it's okay.
there's no off-switch it seems... and i love all that it is and i love All that it is.
the things to do to say to feel, so unreal and so-su-re-al
if there is such thing as an un-provable-un-disprovable bond/natural affinities/of us;
no motive, no agenda, yet muted from any role other than to Be... impossibly, but possibly
the other you
the other me
3:02 AM 9/23/2011
10/06/2012
Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 6:07 AM UTC