Opening The Same Doors

I’m thinking of you when I should not be

Allowing my mind to wander the museum of memory

And wrap myself in the sensations of you.

You lying down, your strong shoulders, knotted muscles

A rolling landscape that my hands traverse.

Your muscular arms wrapping around me and pulling me against you

As if we were merging into one entity

Or gently twining into my own arm as we walk

Such smooth grace in something so powerful

But it is that laugh, unfettered and spontaneous

That beguiles me  above all but one thing…

The pools of your eyes that open your soul

And place it against my heart

**this one is not very good, I know… but I just needed to write, to place these thoughts somewhere, somehow.  There are a couple ideas (bolded) I like in this one and may expand on in the future.**

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This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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