Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Just a kid....

Dear J

I.  Loved.  You.

You're a fool.

Age has nothing to do with it.

My children have nothing to do with it.

Your loss.

In The Moment

Dear D,

Maybe we call it serendipity?
May we let it be romantic?
May we relish the energy exchange?
                                  May we pretend we've never done this before?

I want to tap the potential found.   (Let me.)
I want to dream.
                                 I want to wake up in your arms again.

Various people have told me that in these sorts of encounters I cannot expect to be treated well or with respect.
                                                                                                      I wouldn't mind proving them wrong.
Treat me well.  I will do the same for you.

I don't want to be "just friends" nor "friends with benefits," nor anything labeled or conventional.

I do seek a companion.
Companionship.  Affinity
It doesn't have to be infinite.

My children have a father.  So do I.
                                           If I want sex, I can get it- apparently.  Got me?

I don't have any intention of changing how you've chosen to live.
But might I have the chance to influence how well it is lived?
Might you decide to spend time, precious time, with me?

Confide in me.  Hide in me.  (heh.)

Momento mori.
Carpe diem!

I try not to waste any moment.
                                                I am a spaz.
                                                I talk too much.

But you won't regret taking the chance on me.

                                                                   Peace n' love.