There's someone I'd like to get to know. Sensually, verbally, intimately. 'I like your sudden smile, the slow, disproportionate, unabashed way you move,' I'd like to say. Yesterday I imagined the beeping tone of the phone connecting us after we hung up. Because we both softened our screaming, crimson images, allowing indigo interaction to spill over.
I sense the childishness and the child-likeness. The former is your uncluttered perception, the latter your candour. You glow among dusty melodies and categorize ruthlessly. 'I'd like to hear you sing,' I tell you.
Much about you is black. Unknown. Uncompromising. A square. A clam.
I like you because you fit my requirements. And because you don't.
But while I keep these things in mind, I promise to remain open to your changing. And to give you your time, and mine.
2 comments:
Hmmm.... like they say forty doesn't really allow surges of creative candour, but currently i am in the process of offloading a lot of personal baggage and rediscovering growing up all over again with nan, you and shibs - all reflecting different stages of me with upswings of id and yin ....
:) that is very good to hear and I'm happy to be part of it.
This post was written as visualization of the advice you gave me about being patient with a certain person.
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