Peering inside
Through tinted glass
I can see her clearly
But I am fooled
By my own eyes
Unfocused and bleary
Pure happiness
I love her smile
I adore how she glows
I envy her
Such confidence
In her beautiful soul
But lovely girl
She’s no stranger
Behind the clouded glass
That’s a mirror
My reflection
I see myself at last
Hello lovely readers. It’s time for something new. Something sexy. Something not appropriate for minors. And maybe best of all — something that spans a total of ONE week. This week.
I wrote something about a truly wonderful part (parts is more accurate, I suppose) of my life. I don’t have to explain further. I think this explains it all…
how do they know?
Every day I see their faces and smile at what I see
They laugh and they speak and say things
Far beyond their not-so-many years
How did they get so smart?
(Okay, I was always a nerd and their dad is no slouch
I’m sure they get it from us)
But it’s not just intelligence
They have my nose and my creative side
She has my eyes and everything else
Little clone
He has my hair and my affinity for black
And math
But it’s more than that
Somehow they have a sense inside them
Some magic intuition that tells them when
Someone needs them, how someone feels
How do they know?
They join me to laugh at anything funny
(A problem when my laughs are at grown-up things
Which they often are)
But they still laugh when I laugh
Maybe they’re not laughing at the same thing I am
Maybe they’re laughing only because I am
I try to hide some of my emotions from them
I want my babies to see joy and happiness and love
But they know life’s not perfect
(And my baby hates when I call her baby)
Still when I am unhappy
I don’t want them to know
But they do
How do they know?
Without a word, they arrive with an extra hug for me
Somehow they know I need it and they’re beside me
I’ve never had to ask, they already know
When I thought it was
Impossible to see
How do they know?
☼
Sometimes I hear certain song lyrics that I fall in love with. It’s the message, usually, but sometimes it’s just how they sound… how the singer sings them… how they flow. [I am not a musician… can you tell?]
Anyway, I have been listening to The National lately. Constantly. And something about these little bits just sounds perfect. And I wish I wrote these words… so I thought I would share.
You keep a lot of secrets
And I keep none
Wish I could go back
And keep some
~The National Fireproof
I couldn’t find quiet
I went out in the rain
I was just soaking my head
To unrattle my brain
~The National Pink Rabbits
There’s a lot I’ve not forgotten
But I let go of other things
If I tried they’d probably be
Hard to find
~The National Hard to Find
You are perfect
But only for me
I know this because
You are all things
Born inside my dreams
Eyes dark as chocolate
Smile that melts icebergs
Hair to run my fingers through
Mind unafraid to challenge mine
Love to fill my empty heart
Spirit both playful and calm
Desire strong and limitless
Humor that matches my own
Soul a perfect fit with mine
The missing piece of my puzzle
A connection like no other
You are perfect
The very definition
Of a dream
Especially because
You are not real
Wow… what just happened? This is kind of amazing. And a huge surprise. An old post of mine from back in November was mentioned [and quoted] in The Daily Post. 14 million people follow The Daily Post. I feel very special. Probably more special than I should — I’m sure this happens to people every day. But not me people… other people. It was completely unexpected and flattering.
Am I too easily excited? I don’t know… but I thought this was pretty cool. And I get to use one of my favorite images again…
Your words make me smile
My whispers bring a sigh
Your lips warm my skin
My tongue slowly slips in
Your arms hold me tight
My heart has taken flight
Your fingers in my hair
My eyes want you bare
Your touch finds my toes
My mind is letting go
Your smile melts me inside
My desire won’t be denied
Your body meets my soul
Our love makes me whole
how did I know
before a single word
you were the man
who would fix me
fill my heart with
emotions long lost
when I doubted
love was real
fill my head with
dreams misplaced
when all hope had
run from me
fill my body with
the heat it craved
when loneliness
was killing me
how did I know
before a single word
before a teasing smile
before a tempting touch
before a perfect kiss
how did I know
you were the man
who would show me
I could feel whole again
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