03.14.2004 10:41 pm
this is getting old

"look at him. that's a face, that's a profile to admire / look at him, that's a torso that's rare / when I look at him, how I burn to be touching him / the fire is there / but where is the warmth? / look at us. don't you think we fit beautifully together? / look at us, don't you see how we shine? / when you look at me, do you notice I'm shivering? / the weather is fine / but where is the warmth? / since I grow feverish with a flush that comes every time he holds me / naturally, you'd suppose I'd be warm / when I'm hot / well, I'm not / and just look at me, you would think this the cruelest of decembers / look at me, you would think we had snow / then he looks at me / and from all that I know him / the embers do glow / but where is the warmth? / the fire is there / but where is the warmth? / with a little laugh / and a smaller sigh / my beautiful young man: / goodbye." [The Baker's Wife - Where Is The Warmth?]

One is brilliant and one is gorgeous and one is sweet and one is simple. Two I'd do, one I won't, one I will. Three young but old, one old but young. None listen to my music. I've listened to all of theirs. Two taken, two alone. Two known, two new.

None I love.

God, how I long to love you. To cry when you're gone. To feel safe with your arms around me. To know your smell. All these cliches, and more. {fade into oblivion}

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