Feb 10, 2017
Been a busy week and haven’t had the right mindset to write lately, but I found this piece in my phone. If it’s in my phone, it means I had to record it before it faded, so it’s spontaneous. However, it’s not finished…never went back to finish something before…
I see all the pedestals he puts up. They threaten my esteem in his eyes. But I do not let it overcome me. No. I know the truth. His hands would still find mine, they are so worn and cut up and tattered from time. That embrace would still be the home that’s mine. That exploding paradigm. There’s no resisting the meeting of our lips. It is the Rhythm of a heart driving every thread that connects to every organic motion
