I am tired, and just now laying down
in my bed.. I can't believe I can finally
get some rest.
What a day, sweetie.
You were on my mind all day
and I could feel the tender-hearted
sadness and vulnerability welling up in you..
So very interesting that it has gone
this route.. and the gates open back up,
but with a well-oiled swing this time...
And you are wondering if there is
really enough love available to truly
save a person.. And you gasp out loud
as I pull you close to me,
as if you did not know that was something
that could even be done in this world--
my hand to the small of your back
as my mouth presses softly
to the side of your face..
and I whisper words of warm, loving support,
deeply into you--
tears.. streaming down your beautiful face
as your whole body trembles.
"This kind of world is so unfamiliar to me,
I don't even know how to be right now..
And just as much..
I have no idea how or what to feel.
I've been crying a lot-- over all the
things I've had to face..
along with all of these changes.
And when I told you that I missed
you.. I really meant it.
..But then you hurt me bad.. real bad"
You are angry and still hurt.
but you can't stop pulling at my shirt--
clenched in your hand, at my chest..
so much that you are about to tear
my buttons.
"Why do you do that to me
when I need you so much..
why.. when I open up and trust
and need you the most,
why do you do that?"
You are shaking me with both fists now
but there is still the look of deep
love in your eyes.. and as they look
directly into mine, your tears of anger
and hurt give way to the overwhelming
desire to press up against me..
and have me kiss you deeply.
Looming overhead
is my cloud-incased, need
to not cast a vote on the
current status-quo..
..To not call today--
'everything we've worked toward
until today, is enough'
"You will end up
in my bed, beautiful girl..
and we'll be together--
pushing forward, pushing in to..
everything that you have taken in,
so far..
..But I am scared shitless of the
ever-limiting nature the
threat of mundaneness brings about
by complacency within the inner-self..
..And so with you, my beautiful..
I light a skyrocket under that
gorgeous, sweet *** of yours..
And throughout the cosmos
And into the Realms you shoot..
.. But am I not always the one
who catches you before you fully fall--
scary as the unfair launch into the sky is..
I have always, always caught you."
"You have, Paul.
I'm going to fall in love with you
harder than I ever have in my life
because of who you have
been to me throughout the years..
..But one day.. I'm gonna stand up
and punch you-- right in the nose..
..then leave..
because of h o w you have
been to me throughout the years."
"Damm right you will, Babe.
Now get the **** over here
and give me a kiss..
..And you
have to pretend like you like it, too.."
"I'm still mad at you Paul..
and you're such a pervert. But I
know how much you love these,
so I want to show them to you"
--As you gently pull on your cute,
flowery black dress's belt.. it slowly
unwraps and falls down, onto the grass..
My eyes are staring at your beautiful body..
that absolutely perfect skin..
those lusciously-gorgeous *******..
the curve of those hips, the shape of
your thighs..
"Do you like what you see?"
"Ah, Babe..
more than I have words for."
(but you see.. there's still this thing I do..)
xoxoxo
I am a lineman for the county
And I drive the main road
Searchin' in the Sun for another overload
I hear you singing in the wire..
I can hear you through the whine
And the Wichita lineman
Is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation
But it don't look like rain
And if it snows that stretch down South
Won't ever stand the strain
And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita lineman
Is still on the line
https://youtu.be/pqv0sHnD2cw
I really was
trained as a mercenary, not as a cook.
