How it feels to be touching you: an Io moth, orange and yellow as pollen, wings through the night miles to mate, could crumble in the hand.
Yet our meaning together is hardy as an onion and layered. Goes into the blood like garlic. Sour as rose hips. Gritty as whole grain.
Fragrant as thyme honey. When I am turning slowly in the woven hammocks of our talk, when I am chocolate melting into you, I taste everything new in your mouth.
You are not my old friend. How did I used to sit and look at you? Now though I seem to be standing still I am flying flying flying in the trees of your eyes.
vanessa. boring and inscrutable. satirical and opinionated. sardonic but innocuous.
enigmatic and taciturn. pococurante but caring. neurotic but with equanimity. you wouldn't get me at all,
cause I wouldn't let you.
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"Let me tell you this: Some of life's questions you have to answer, some you just have to dance your face off and scream "no comment."" --- John Mayer