"..I will stand my ground, for I am no craven. Call out to me with your soft voice and breathe into me. I am overcome endorphins and am left no choice because in this moment I can say to you that I will rejoice.. Now back to a fluid. GLANCING OVER your hand gliding with concentration, determination sliding from your eyes through your fingertips and the glow of moonlight on your skin only accentuates your hips and where am I going thinking about your lips? We're so innocent. Bask with me in our tumultuous calm, we are a paradox that cannot be wrong because my eyes are wide open and you are the one inspiring me to be strong."
9/17/14 The author does not wish to lay claim to the past in its entirety, so I deem this piece property of the muse to savor as inspiration rather than lose it to a phone notepads abyss. Eating dinner in his truck everyday to keep him far from our dysfunction that was bound to do us in anyway. Riding flowstate in that truck under the moon, writing in tandem. Rolling around in the back of it cuz his flesh made me forget our circumstances. I never had more passion. It's just a pity it was next to never mutually acknowledged. Im done being sold short this life. It's time for everyone else to make way, my glory days are approaching.
